Murder House

Doomed souls entrapped in an endless charade

Dead after dead, marching solemnly in a parade

Gruesome executions and macabre murder

The death and destruction thus carries on further


The innocent, the broken, those with sinister plans

No mortal is safe from the curse of this vile land

A single step inside is enough to sign your death sentence

Its grandiose exterior is all but a twisted pretence


All the way back from when it was built, already defiled

First victims a mad doctor, a lamenting wife, and a dead child

It’s best to stay away from the dark gravity of this place

Because the house is starving—and it wants warm blood and flesh.

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