I saw a pitch black stagecoach,
With wheels that were on fire,
It went streaking by,
And had a naked skeleton driver.
There were several screaming demons,
Hanging off of the back,
Well, to be honest with you,
It was more like a pack.
Each demon was on fire,
Because of a game,
That they like to play,
Setting each other aflame.
The whole time playing,
Death Metal somewhere on the inside,
Doing 100 miles an hour,
And it wouldn't stop or give me a ride!
The End.
12-15-24
©skintech
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