House of shadows
House of gloom
House of haunting
House of doom
Deep in the old south
By daylights dawn
There is an old house
With a well kept lawn
By day the offer cheesy tours
And speak of haunted houses
Madame Flyffadore
And all nine of her widowing spouses
How shocking and how scandalous
She shows up at half past nine
She loves the afterlife attention
For her its fear based cheese and wine
What she wont tell you
Is where she dare not go
Above the old servant quarters
For there's a sin she knows
We celebrate the rich old folk
And only just now tallied small
But in the larger scheme of things
Money dragons matter not at all
In infinite shadow the worlds do echo
In worlds where the Black Rook does not provide
There is a haunting legacy
That marks the bleeding bloody class divide
For there are many ghosts there
Outdoors and still inside
For in am unkept afterlife
Infant mortality true power does pecking rights decide
A ghost monster made of babies
Arms and legs and face
It walks inside the carriage house
Keeping their killers in their place
It isnt unresolved trauma
That keeps them from moving on
Its the sings of greed and class neglect
Thats a prison for fucking bastards so put upon
There is a sharpened timer
A clock of guillotines
In this or sny other world
The awful rich ate where this leans
There will be a reckoning
In this life or the next
Happy Halloween to normal folks
And fucking rich affluenza freaks watch your necks
House of shadows
House of gloom
House of haunting
House of doom
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