House on hill,
show us one more kill
before winters eve
sets the sun and
summer's moon captures
our fears.
Let us give in.
give into our
desires,
lust,
distrust,
anger and
hate.
House on the hill,
show us one more kill.
one more taste of
death.
before it visits us all.
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