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Feb 2021
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
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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