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He sold his soul to fix his imperfections
He felt his body needed some corrections
On the inside his soulless body began to rot
Beauty came at a price more expensive than he had thought

Under his skin... an infestation of worms
Horrid disease and rabid germs
He was a caterpillar, who formed a toxic cocoon
Born as a butterfly under a full moon

The pictures told a different story than the words
He was haunted by the birds
They pecked at him to get to the worms beneath
They had beaks as sharp as teeth

He was vile, but he had a pretty smile
Until the birds tore away his flesh
And now the smell of a corpse
Is the only thing that is fresh

His head was taken by the crows
Carried to the field where no one goes
To their master, the old scarecrow
Where his head will forever lie and no one will know

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