As I walk with thoughts of horror in my head,
I turn my mind to evil and all that I dread.
Will it be a spider or a foul and wicked ghoul?
Or will I open the gates of Hell in an elementary school?
Have the dead risen or has magic turned?
Have I gone insane as my soul burned?
Do the walls whisper? Do the trees creep?
Do the days grow crisper as the angels sleep?
Blood is on my hands and murder ’s in my eye,
And when I finally lift my pen, sanity will die.
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