blood speckle's led upstairs
then into attic door
parents somewhat unaware
demons blood on floor
the smell of death
the smell of fear
the smell of breath
soul of evil here
clutching at a axe
went into the attic
not wishing to relax
things got traumatic
the smell of death
the smell of fear
the smell of breath
soul of evil here
not realizing my sister
she'd snoop in the house
stumbling on her blister
chasing after tiny mouse
the smell of death
the smell of fear
the smell of breath
soul of evil here
my sister gave a screech
with my axe i did yield
her arms held aloft to reach
a great big magnet shield
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