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:

mommanator said...

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