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Dilapidated house isolated and alone

In the Texas panhandle the population is low

A sprawing landscape is desolated

People pass through and disappear

The things inside this house

Repulsively mortifying

The most deranged apocryphal sights

Gruesomely horrifying

For generations this house has stood

Violence has always been present

History of brutality, these walls have seen

Decades of debaucherous acts

A gathering of vile human

Beings have come back

Hundreds of lives here

Unending fear, blood

Stains the floor and walls

Instruments of torture

Were found in the halls

Locks on the bedroom doors

Inside several corpses

Are slayed

They found me standing

Ankle deep in bones

With a shotgun I blew the teeth

Out the back of my skull

In the back there was dirt

Laid for miles around

Under the earth thousands

of bodies were found

To hide my secret I was

forced to take my own life

Only 15 miles away my

relatives are still alive

Performing insidious butchery

in their new home

In the Texas panhandle where

the population is low