A look so sharp and pointy
From beneath your furrowed brow
Growing tighter than a fist
Above your tiny mumbling mouth
I hope you're happy
With your judgements on the body
Was mine really so revolting?
Was it so truly terrifying? That it could only be a sunset
If it were all curled up and crying?
Like I was a goblin
And you on a mission from the lord
Yeah you'd trade your two jelly peepers
For one hand-crafted mythical sword

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