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Ms. May (Halloween Syck House Series)

      “Many of the Army Rangers thought nervously ‘why me’
As they implemented their training to control their anxiety,
      “They were specially chosen, because they did not have children
Understanding the knowledge alone would instantly end them,
 
      “Legends say Ms. May is an abomination-a curse upon the young
Living under a storm cloud that eats the light from a dying sun,
      “Ms. May is known to visit birthing mothers on their death bed
Taking the new born with her either alive or dead,
 
      “The military utilized a plan involving snipers to take her out
But the penetrating bullets exited through the own sniper children’s mouth,  
      “Forty-three children so far have unnecessarily lost their life
While the mothers of those children were consumed with grief and strife,
 
      “Approaching the rolling hill top with ear plugs firmly in
That blocked all noise as they endured the chilling North Dakota wind,
      “But the sickly sight beheld could not be blocked out
As Ms. May hung babies on a clothesline outside of her house,
 
      “Reaching into a basket by her feet Ms. May pulled out another
And whispered a prayer into the baby’s ear for the dead mother,
      “Some wiggled, some giggled some cried in pain  
As the sky darkened and released oily black rain,
 
      “Thunder boomed so loud it disintegrated the Ranger’s ear plugs
Causing their ears to flow a river of brain matter and blood,
      “Those who could hear the babies’ laughter and cries
Went instantly insane and put a bullet between their eyes,
 
      “But Ms. May does not to care or take notice
Only the babies is Ms. May’s main focus,
      “Her eternal punishment of an unforgivable dark deed
From Satan himself of her performing an abortion on the first woman Eve,
 
      “A disturbing dark secret that even Satan himself will not talk about
As he sometimes watches Ms. May while sitting in the front yard of her house,  
      “At times she looks back at him in discomfort, but Satan looks away
While her sexual organs rot and reform day after painful day”.
Written by CasketSharpe
Published | Edited 8th Oct 2023
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