Two heads rest on a table laced with blood...
Their bodies in the corner, beginning to decay...
Upon the wall is blood that had sprayed...
Gore caked handsaw, bathed in visceral mud...
The two heads gently decay, in one a gory hole embed...
It reeks of death in this dilapidated shed...
Maggots will hatch from the bodies in a flood...
The decay escapes and materializes on the walls...
From the ceiling, in ghastly shapes, it falls...
Two heads rest on a table laced with blood...
Light from a nearby lantern gently flickering.















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