"I'm thinking of going for a new look,
This cloak is old and stale
I've been wearing it
like a skin for so many centuries,
Its knocking the wind out of my sails
It is getting a bit flat,
I'm thinking a trilby hat,
a green and red jumper
and a glove,
with scythes for fingers
or how about this,
a ghost-like face mask,
and I'll contact my victims beforehand,
in a cat and mouse game of death,
a bit more fun, thats all I ask"
"You've been watching horror films
again, haven't you?!"
"I've not had a lot of work on lately,
In fact, it's quite odd,
my workload really
seems to have dropped off,
there should be a steady supply
of dead to guide to the other side,
but instead its like
a riverbed where the water has all dried"
Daisy smirks through
her feline whiskers, "Meow"
*Translated by google
"He will never suss
that it is me doing his work,
I am the ultimate hunter,
I have become
Daisy,
the destroyer of man"
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