The old, decrepit house on the corner
Creaks eerily as I open the door.
Cats signal to each other there's danger
As they run into a hole in the floor.
Mould covers the roof in a black blanket
While the house weeps for those no longer here
Chunks of the broken wall cover the carpet
And crunch as I break the house's still year
The building has been ransacked by looters
Hoping to find treasures inside
Leaving very little for explorers
That come after looking goggle-eyed
But because there is no more people there
The house has fallen into disrepair
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