.There's a house on a bleak New England lane
Standing in contempt of our disdain
Hidden beneath it's aged floors
Lies a best forgotten door>
That leads to
Decrepit steps, wretched depths
Deep horrors left unquestioned
Perverted forms in gleeful scorn
Of things huma.
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