I'm filled with stomach aches and birthday cake
Sweet on the outside; sour within
Reality is I am a venomous snake
I'm truly evil much to your chagrin
You can't judge a book by its cover
Evil lies beneath a white smile and black glasses
Watch the vultures hover
I have to get down to brass taxes
Ugly, unworthy, vile, and wicked
Denote my character beneath the skin
Tie me with restraints, have me committed
I'm the creator of original sin
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