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Mr. Gruel (Afable)
by Archeturus
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He got caught in Bermuda by a guy named Mr Ports
Stealing the package, wrapped up in his shorts
No trials, no justice, that's for me and you
Crime's an inconvenience for the man Mr Gruel
But what did he take and why's that important to you
Because that package held the hopes and dreams of the world
Now go ahead and laugh
This story is for fools
There are no things
As people who can make
Our dreams come true
That doesn't mean they're not true
One time I tore my skin
There was a message for you
Mr Gruel is five foot ten but he can grow on you
He's always been a source of luck but he is rather rude
Mr Gruel is eight foot five when he is mad at you
He'll take a little souvenir perhaps a little toe
That son-of-a-bitch never plays the rules for me and you
His demands are simple, becoming super cruel
But we love the feeling when we get our way
Mr Gruel provides it to us with payment one day due
He stole that package cause he's addicted,
It makes him feel good
Having us on the hook but its grown worse
He needs more, he hates us, to him we are a curse
I tried to warn you but you thought me a fool
Once you've taken his offer it is curtains to you
Mr Gruel you're an awful thing
Can't despise you you were made that way
When I see the creator I'll punch him in the nose
For creating a creature that is out of control
They sat Mr Gruel downing passed a new sentence
That he was to stay here without all his powers
That he would be human, that he would feel
He tries all his tricks but it never goes well
It goes terrible for Mr Gruel
It goes terrible as he reaps his reward
He got caught in Bermuda by a guy named Mr Ports
Stealing the package, wrapped up in his shorts
No trials, no justice, that's for me and you
Crime's an inconvenience for the man Mr Gruel
But what did he take and why's that important to you
Because that package held the hopes and dreams of the world
Now go ahead and laugh
This story is for fools
There are no things
As people who can make
Our dreams come true
That doesn't mean they're not true
One time I tore my skin
There was a message for you
Mr Gruel is five foot ten but he can grow on you
He's always been a source of luck but he is rather rude
Mr Gruel is eight foot five when he is mad at you
He'll take a little souvenir perhaps a little toe
That son-of-a-bitch never plays the rules for me and you
His demands are simple, becoming super cruel
But we love the feeling when we get our way
Mr Gruel provides it to us with payment one day due
He stole that package cause he's addicted,
It makes him feel good
Having us on the hook but its grown worse
He needs more, he hates us, to him we are a curse
I tried to warn you but you thought me a fool
Once you've taken his offer it is curtains to you
Mr Gruel you're an awful thing
Can't despise you you were made that way
When I see the creator I'll punch him in the nose
For creating a creature that is out of control
They sat Mr Gruel downing passed a new sentence
That he was to stay here without all his powers
That he would be human, that he would feel
He tries all his tricks but it never goes well
It goes terrible for Mr Gruel
It goes terrible as he reaps his reward
