`PRIVATE PROPERTY!A Poem by Fran MarieA Collaboration Write by Fran Marie and Sean M. Addams
or this sign could read your epitaph on your permanent resting bed What part of 'Do not enter!' don't you understand violating space belonging to another man. Hey jerk, my shotgun's always ready for those folks who take the dare and the bloody backwoods have plenty of rotting bodies buried in the snare Welcome is not a word we kindly use to greet so take heed and read the sign or you'll end up as gutted meat No trespassing! 'lest we cut off your feet Those who pay no mind to what these few words speak end up doing the deadman's float over yonder facedown in Bone Marrow Creek and if by chance you do enter, you better be prepared for the heidous shadowman who has no mercy to spare he lurks by day and stalks at night he kills to his bloody delight of things so dreadful of which I cannot speak that even strong men can't survive let alone the weak so run, run, fast as you can for the gate or the private property's curse will be your dooming fate! Shadowman with an axe in his bloody hand No breathing soul who enters will survive He will gauge out your eyeballs With terrified screams he slowly eats you alive With your body parts all hanging out He watches the last beats of your beating heart Then he pulls off all your skin Wishing that you obeyed the sign and walked away from the start Finally breaking off your neck sticking your severed head on the post Curse your weak foolish mind forever turning you into a ghost Guts and brains are splattered everywhere A gruesome death was his sicken plan Your last frightened glaze Looking into the hideous face of the Shadowman! Should have read the warning on the bloody land Should of walked away and death would have left you behind Now you are buried in a shallow grave Under the cursed private property sign! © 2010 Fran MarieAuthor's Note
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