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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