Embark upon the nights that darken
And hear the tale of Abigail Darden
An evil witch with four arms
And a heart formed from earth
And at birth it did harden
Sinful souls buried inside of her garden
And no one who grows from her dirt will be pardoned
My mind is morbid
Horrible words are imported into my brain stem
What translates onto paper becomes distorted
When will this pain end?
Somebody pull out my eyes when I'm dead
And place them in a sane mans head
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Roger Urso
And hear the tale of Abigail Darden
An evil witch with four arms
And a heart formed from earth
And at birth it did harden
Sinful souls buried inside of her garden
And no one who grows from her dirt will be pardoned
My mind is morbid
Horrible words are imported into my brain stem
What translates onto paper becomes distorted
When will this pain end?
Somebody pull out my eyes when I'm dead
And place them in a sane mans head
Copyright Protected
Roger Urso
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