On the Island of Murder,
I saw a creepy clown crawling
out of a cave With blood blooming
out and flesh flowing fiercely out of its body.
On the Island of Nightmares,
I heard a man’s scream echo
and a cave-crawler sitting next
to a blood infested knife.
On the Island of Killers,
I touched a dead body as it
cried out blood from its heart.
On the Island of Death,
I tasted the grey mist as it
drooled flesh.
On the Island of Darkness,
I smelt Adolf ****** creeping
up on me every breath I took
And the Gods come down on me.
On the Island of Graveyards,
I saw skeletons speak smoothly
As bones start cracking.
On the Island of Dolls,
I saw dolls crawling as I am
Brawling with tears.
On the Island of Spiders,
I heard their tiny little footsteps
Fall into the dark,misty air.
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