| Out on the bog sits a mouldy old shack, | |
| A graveyard out front and a swamp in the back, | |
| The creature who lives there personifies death, | |
| She'll curdle your blood with the smell of her breath, | |
| Wrapped up in rags and a tattered old hood, | |
| She walks with a cane made of twisted black wood, | |
| A feared necromancer and caster of curses, | |
| She really enjoys putting people in hearses. | |
| Blessed with a face that can drive men insane, | |
| A body by joke and a sinister brain, | |
| Her feet can peel wallpaper when they're exposed, | |
| Gangrene and fungus infesting her toes, | |
| She spends all her evenings creating disease, | |
| Conjuring larvae and maggots to please, | |
| Enormous pupae she constantly breeds, | |
| On disinterred bodies they suckle and feed | |
| A larval sack she did dismiss | |
| It crawled into a drainage ditch | |
| Once underground it carried on, | |
| No one noticed that it was gone. | |
| Down in the sewer this maggot had fun, | |
| Eating the rats was it's job number one, | |
| It terrorized rodents and left them in tatters, | |
| The flesh of the beasts made it all the more fatter, | |
| Bones it did crunch and then cartilege munched | |
| The slimy invertebrate sloppily lunched, | |
| It's tubular mass through the sewers did squirm, | |
| A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, many-toothed worm | |
| With palpitating skin in gelatinous mounds, | |
| It made it's way through | |
| Creepsylvania's grounds | |
| Seeking the filth by which it was sustained, | |
| The Swamp | |
| Hag had this maggot very well trained | |
| Finding a coffin that was plentifully plugged, | |
| The corpse was devoured by the glistening slug, | |
| Rot and decay it ingested with zeal, | |
| As long as it knew that it had a next meal | |
| Feasting on the bloated dead | |
| Stiffs enveloped foot to head | |
| Vomiting acid into the crypts | |
| To gorge on all the parts that dripped | |
| Tomb after tomb it slowly creeped | |
| As we watched our food sources deplete | |
| It tunneled into our practice space | |
| And listened as we moshed the place | |
| Into the sewer it escaped | |
| It's casing held a human shape | |
| A squalling lump all set to burst | |
| This town has not yet seen the worst |
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