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1177 MONSTER LANE

There was a haunted house It was invaded with a many mouse Neighbors on the street felt afraid Even through the sunshine, it was always darkness being the shade It was reality surrounding the made Many people walked into the haunted house, but never came out Spirits and Ghosts were all moving about You would often hear moans of despair But to the actual human that doesn’t even compare I would suggest that you not be alone Electricity is out and no phone Spirits will invade bodies in search for eternity It will happen right in your city The spirits have no pity The Moon is darkened and the skies have rage Lightning and Thunder call for the moment Awaken and rise 1177 Monster Lane is the enterprise Humans will be the reign by the spirits Flesh has no merit Scream until you are hoarse 1177 Monster Lane is the force Free from these spirits No one knows when You can’t escape The distinction has become transcended
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preservationman
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Feb 16, 2021
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