Wednesday, June 28, 2017

House Of Pain

I built a house upon a hill
A little place to get my thrill
All visitors that dared to come
Would be my kick, my bit of fun
I had the hooks to hang them high 
I'd bleed their bodies till they dry
And sharpened knives would glint and shine 
Within this killers morbid shrine 
Screams would echo through the halls 
But no one hears the victims calls
Just those who came not seen again 
Could understand the house of pain 
And in this shack upon the hill 
It's guaranteed that blood will spill 
As I'm the landlord, ghoul and host 
And murder is what i like most

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