Black Mansion
Walls covered with paper,
To hide the secrets of a murder,
Done long ago.
As you could still see,
where the blood did flow.
Of a woman who came at the wrong time to say hello.
The full story has never been told,
With the house that has never been sold.
Still wearing the back paint,
Some windows now are alittle taint.
Nothing has been changed,
Nothing has been removed,
Concealed inside are secrets that can never tell,
About the woman who took the true story,
All the way to hell.
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