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Paul Toombes: Ill-famed King of the Cinema Macabre
Unto T.V. would he usher Doctor Death's reign of terror
But the cryptic rise of ghastly murders curses his return
And upon whose hands is that spilled blood to be found?

Pitchfork goring, game room hanging, sword impaling
A shackled director crushed beneath Death's own bed
This unspeakable slaughter culled from Toombe's horrors
Utter madness consumes him as that fourth wall falls away...

Horrid dealer of dread is that hideous Doctor Death
Into his face you'll scream as you gasp your last breath!

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