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Mansion of madness
written by Genocide Reaper07:18 AM 4/2/05Take a look in this tattered house.
All surrounded by waste, nothing alive.
Not even a fucking mouse.
All the souls drifting about.
Infected with death.
Bleeding from the mouth.
Over flowing with dread.
Breaths slow, until ceasing.
Lungs filled with gore like substances.
That become as an adhesive.
Rotted bodies in the ground.
Never shall they rise.
never will they make a sound.
Graves filled with bones,
Open, so even the skulls are shown.
Nothing is sacred here.
Anyone coming in contact is filled with fear.
In the foyer of the house can be seen a statue.
Doors never closed, anyone may enter.
Though, they shall pay the due.
In the afterlife.
They shall pay the price.
A fearful soul,
shall bring large amounts of gold.
From the demons below.
Dwelling in the bowels of Hell.
Even the blood guzzling bats in the belfry,
Pay out in wages that are hefty.
A source of entertainment rest in the basement.
Lost girls,
defiled by ghoulish deeds.
Though, it was all by the same beast.
In handsomeness he rest now.
Sleeping soundly, in a coffin, some where.
Here that is, around.
Silent as a shadow,
and sneaky as a snake.
He’ll look into your minds window.
Your life, your soul, and your fidelity, he shall take.
In this mansion of madness, ruled by malice,
resides a ruthless, ravaging rapist, blood thirsty to the core.
Merciless, forever more.
If you dare decide, to stop by.
Remember, you won’t make it out alive. |
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