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The Slaughter House

Upon the darkened mountain Rested a little house Each passer by called it The slaughter house.
No one lived there By the nights. Only spirits untamed Walking in and out.
By day the sun soaked The blood pools  Leaving nothing behind To doubt.
Nobody knew who killed whom. Where does the corpse hide Only the staunch smell of flesh...
 Flows away...everywhere.