M.J. Dead
The foulest stench is in the air The funk of forty thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to seal your doom And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the thriller
1 comment:
did you write this diddy!
I just thought I'd look at this site for the first time. I can't believe I have seen so many of the flicks
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