Disclaimer- I don't own the Ring

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Why do I do this, you ask?

It's very fun

If you tried it

I think you'd agree

Those idiotic mortals

They fall right into my trap

Like flies on fly paper

It gives me pleasure

To watch their eyes widen in fright

And see their minds slowly melt

It amuses me to watch them suffer

The last seven days of their lives

They search to find the way out

What does the tape, their death sentence, mean?

And yet

It was all for nothing

Because my favorite part is still to come

It's time to take them away from this world

And into my deep, dark well

They struggle

They try to resist

They try to hide from me

But I can find them

My dark mass of hair parts from my face

Then their heartbeat speeds up

And their face starts to rot

Because right before die

They see the ring

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Do you like it?  Do you hate it? Should I continue with this style? Tell me, tell me, TELL ME!