Crimson eyes, devouring your lies
Only the finest dish, the rest are nothing but flies
Even in the absence of light
You will never escape his sight
He wants nothing more than to silence your cries
Summoned by a boy, no more than ten
His tortured cries, from hell I was sent
A contract was made, his soul is mine
A soul of this caliber, the flavor will be truly divine
On revenge this boy is hell-bent.
As a butler, this child I now serve
This young Earl, he truly has some nerve
My butler aesthetic is my current calling
With every order, he continues evolving
Ciels' decadent soul I will truly deserve.
For you, I shall not utter
As you can see I am one hell of a butler.
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