Through haunted woods,
where shadows creep,
Betty Bingo hunts the weak.
Her crooked limbs,
her hollow gaze,
Lure the lost into her maze.
Addiction’s queen,
despair’s embrace,
She feasts on souls who seek her face.
Beware her call,
her siren cry—
For once you’re hers, you’ll never die.
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