Beast from the Dungeon
I hear grunts. Grunts of perverts.
Men with toasted heads,
Melted beyond recognition.
This is the place were lunatics rot.
"To Hell with them all",
The humped Gate Keeper screams.
His eyes are borrowed from Beelzebub.
Each door he checks with pride,
Large hand near crotch,
Watching his Creations of Satan. He cries.
Eyes light up. Blood spews from ears,
The beast calls. His mother's dream,
Daddy's little boy is insane beyond belief.
Humped madman dies.