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In the graveyard that they play
is where the ancient capsule lay.
The contents of which polluted his head
and now all Living Dead Dolls must be dead!
So in a furious rage of untold gore
"Death to my kin!" a possessed Pumpkin swore.
With a slice and a hack and a stab and a chop,
till his fiendish task was complete, he could not stop,
Compelled by forces he did not understand,
the Runes of Decimation were now in command.