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