Horror, absolute horror, as my arduous state tried to comprehend the madness, for I am not mad, am I?  I do however have
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The abandoned house had been silent, sitting there deep within the woods, untouched by pesky mortals for scores of years, with a confession weighing heavy upon its poor heart
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A split-second decision, my fate was decided then, as it all came together, it no sooner fell apart, with thoughts of dementia, masquerading was soon to start, gradually emerging
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Wretched, wrecked, warped his mind may surely be...
Disgusted, determined, detailed vengeance he will seek...
Wronged he fucking was, this one thing is certainly sure...
Ending her pathetic life, nothing could be of any more pure
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The house across the street, oh it does hold a spell
For those that have survived there, speak but don't tell
From others I've heard macabre stories, it's horror and hell
Witnessed, I have, the downfall of things that didn't end well
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