I dread
That house
On the haunted hill

A millioneere bought it
And had it quickly
Rebuilt

But deep down in the tunnels
Spun down underground
An evil is still living
And it cannot be found

Unless it wants you to find it
It is to this house bound
It tortures its inhabitents
With sorrow and sound

It is but one of many
It’s mentally exposed
Noone can tame the sanity
Enclosed

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