There sits a church
On MayBar Lane
Which holds an evil to this day
It smiles when you aren’t looking
It feels all safe & warm
It assures you of this with your religion
Hiding its true form…
In this place sits a council of many souls
People worshipping a God,
They don’t see the places true intent
They don’t hear the screams of their young
That those who promised to help in faith
Are secretly Devils,
Grinning at these souls mistakes!
So it is
Year after year
They are conditioned in this way
So it is victims are abused
Never to tell the truths of the place…
There sits a church on MayBar Lane
In it sits an evil
That smiles at the devoted’s face
Blind are the ones who worship here
In some way all are victims
In time…
…They all disappear…
Sacrificing their souls to the Church
Complicit in their oblivious ways
Eventually,
A pact is made…
To assure silence
To assure ascension to God!
Secrets of the past will forever be buried
…In the grave…
-The Church On MayBar Lane-
