Pulling the Rabbit from the Zebra Striped hat leaves painted marks on its bear body(revisisted and remasterd)

Darken the room, Que the symphonic band as I set the stage,

settle the carnivorous audience and open their books

on the slow rotting tables covered in bloody cloths before them,

to the popper but tattered pages, filled with faded lines of twisted words long

forgotten. A twisted tale to tell to the masses basking in their merry darkness.

Blissfully unaware that what there about to witness here tonight is a

true tale, for this is a true tale one that is chilling as a

true tale can be.

So let me tell you the tale of how the only

Zebra Rabbit left in the universe came to be.


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