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A Horror Story

  1. Lost in the woods, amongst the dead debris
  2. A group of teens on a drug spree
  3. Living a life so careless and free
  4. Never and could not forseen or forsee
  5. That death is upon them, issued in decree
  6. By a maniac who has escaped from the chablis
  7. She walks through the rocky river lands
  8. With an all purpose hunting knife in her hand
  9. Ready to slice and bring violent morals on demand
  10. Even running individuals down in a Sudan
  11. Because she ain't no Ted Bundy or George Haigh
  12. She takes her stroke of death to make them all pay
  13. For being so ignorant, leading others astray
  14. To the empty promises of tomorrow and today
  15.  
  16. As she walks towards the dusty road, down under
  17. What does she see: a couple of buttknockers undercover
  18. Under white robes and hoods, pretending they are the believer
  19. In God's love,yet they are hating on people who aren't pale as a cadaver
  20. Hypocrites, yellow bellied cowards seeking to deliver
  21. A racist bigot who died in ninety nine, now got his ass killed
  22. Forever in the shadow, forever blind and his life unfulfilled
  23. She hids well in the shadows, waits until one comes her direction
  24. Grips her hunting knife and cuts with precise dissection
  25. As he lay dying, she puts the robe on, goes on with her deception
  26. About to turn her fantasy into non fiction, to gain simple satisfaction
  27. She captures them all, held them at shotgun point
  28. Proceeds to hammer them to the cross with a sharp needlepoint
  29. Torturing them for forty days and forty nights
  30. Setting them on fire, making things right
  31. Leaving the charred corpses to the loyal canines delight
  32. Their lives and bodies are no more then a bloody fright
  33.  
  34. She burned the white robe, and heads down a ways
  35. But upon the road, she sees some layaways
  36. Constantly bugging people for change
  37. Acting all weird and speaking deranged
  38. They call up Dr. Feel Good
  39. (Send a pouch of the white medicine pronto)
  40. Shoot it up, snort it, or smoke it, until their tears turn to blood
  41. They hit up more people after their fix
  42. (Excuse me maam, I can't work because I'm sick)
  43. No shit bitch, you are withdrawing
  44. Dependent on a synthetic product
  45. Yet you claim your balling
  46. When all the balling, just ends up falling
  47. Down in your pipe, as the smoke gets you flying
  48. She took the crack pipe and shoved it in one's ear
  49. (Motherfucker, think about your wife and kids you claim to hold dear)
  50. The other lazy fuck, she took a tire iron and a portable vice
  51. Broke his legs into two, now sweetie this should suffice
  52. After all you said you didn't want to work, so this is a perfect excuse
  53. So go ahead and crawl like a bitch, to catch your next fix and booze
  54. Before she left she said "Remember this you snooze, you lose"
  55.  
  56. Back to the teenagers, they set up a little cute camp site
  57. Like they are the girl and boy scouts, singing under the light
  58. Except it's mostly R rated, drugs, sex and lame ass music
  59. They smoked up the bong, ready to perform traumatic erotic
  60. The killer walks through, standing by the dead ebony trees
  61. The leaves blowing around in the warm autumn breeze
  62. She has a hatchet,sickle and blow torch to her arsenal
  63. A boy and a girl walk to the oak tree, about to set the climax
  64. She patiently waits until they get there, time to turn it to the max
  65. The knife finds it's way into the lower spine and tailbone of the boy
  66. Goes down the girl's throat, choking on the blood on her death toy
  67. She leaves them sticking, hearing the gagging of their last breath
  68. Before she goes, takes the sickle and swings to bring their death
  69. The site is quiet,everyone is asleep, in their dreamland of teen dreams
  70. The nightmare she will bring to the souls will be of the upmost supreme
  71. Hear the sounds and the screams of their final minutes alive
  72. Nothing brings the zest of life, until you know the end of your life
  73. The blowtorch, she torches the place to ash, not leaving a trace
  74. A pyromaniac's fantasy coming true, like a joint filled with lace mace
  75. She sits on a rock,soaked in plasma red and she smiles
  76. Still have alot to do, but for now sleep in the dead leaf piles.

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