The Old Prison Yard

 

This is the spot where those who were not
Good people are to be found
Buried none too deep they uneasily sleep
In unconsecrated ground
 
Their spirits unbound they wander around
The old prison yard where they lie
They lost life and hope at the end of a rope
All were reluctant to die
 
Though the prison’s long gone their presence lives on
Pervading the very air
They'll wail and scream around Halloween
If you go there then stranger beware
 
Be warned do not dwell near those gates to hell
Or your soul will surely be taken
You’ll be driven insane as they enter your brain
If you doubt me you’re very mistaken
 
So heed when I say you must speed away
Or be lost to your trepidation
As down into hell you’ll be taken pell-mell
Beyond all chance of salvation
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