Shellie's Hell

Turn left maybe there's a dead body down there.
turn right and you will surely say goodbye
Strain the blood from the stab wounds.
Tie, tie, dig, dig for little Shelly choked on a fig.
Twisting guts.
Crawling flies.
Run! Run away! Little Shelly
Turn right for you will enter her hell.
How the chains fade...
How the faces are painted.
Hot oil that pours.
Boils and sores.
Run! Run away for death lies
How the maggots feast, and the demons dine.
On unholy flesh this much is true.
Come away! For hell lies
For heaven lies down that path Shelly.
Sanity always lies.