This structure holds the test of time.
The last show ended years ago.
No one remembers what it was.
It ended during our first snow.
Blood stained the snow at that time dear.
But, it was no one’s fault really.
This cursed place has been condemned dear.
Circles and shapes traced along walls.
The wood and drapes have been ripped off.
No one survived that night dear.
Not even the evil one dear…
You mustn’t speak of his name dear.
That will only bring it all back.
Too many have died from this dear.
Please let the dead forever lie.
Or you can choose to lie with them.
Your words predict your outcome dear.
Thank you for speaking with me dear.
Have a seat right there in ilse A.
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