Everything is dead and gone it’s been this way for years.
Inside decaying corpses hang like bony chandeliers.
Blood stains on all the floors from the guts spread over the walls.
Chains and hooks are all around with rusty nail-ridden balls.
Shallow graves in the garden overgrown thick with thorns.
Deep inside you might find victims clothes stained and torn.
In the attic you hear the screams of the souls that still remain.
Echoing down the chimney pot only to be met with hellish flames.
The kitchen ovens are always on waiting for the next fool.
Flaming raging infernos kept on for the devils call.
Anyone who goes inside will never come out again.
So if your thinking of having a look prepare yourself for pain



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