<b><table style="filter:glow(color=DARKBLUE, strength=5)"><td></b><font color=white strength=1)"><FONT SIZE="2">There`s a house on a bleak New England's lane, It stands in contempt of our Disdain, Hidden beneath its aged floor, Lies a best well forgotten door, That leads to, Decrepit steps, Wretched depths, Deep horrors left unquestioned, Perverted forms in gleeful scorn, Of things human and reverential, Reptilian skins writhe in sin, Forsake humanity by bestiality, Sickening shapes, aberrations, Intensified by generations, tongues flagellating, bodies undulating, In an orgy, Of Glorious Depravity, ´Perversions slithering, Morals withering.
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