Dirty Sugar (Halloween Syck House Series)

      “They did not look up at the moans coming from the house
Because the emotions felt could not flow from their mouth,
      “Massa was on his balcony sipping brandy from a glass
Doggystyle fucking a house slave-switching from pussy to ass,
 
      “He never stopped until a third drink was always done
Giving her to his cruel overseers later for all night fun,
      “But there was one who witnessed Massa’s sinful deed
Because fear, rape and murder was how it feed,
 
      “Victims were chosen after performing a hard day’s work
Drenched in sweat and they never wore a dress or skirt,
      “Led to a shed, door closed and knocked into a daze
Then with blood magic was violated in unnatural ways,
 
      “The abuse did not end until his male victim was fucked bloody
Causing the flesh to melt on his dick, until it became gummy,
        “Blood covered dick tucked in his pants he would grab his whip
And back to the field, because there was cotton to be picked,  
 
      “This horrible tragedy continued to happen throughout the year
As one by one the male slaves begin to disappear,  
      “Massa decreed that every young woman that started to bleed
The next day would be implanted with a man’s seed,
 
      “Fathers were forced to fuck daughters, cousin fuck cousin
He had to restock-Massa did not care about perverted lovin,  
      “When fear and pandemonium reached a paranoid pitch
The creature knew the slaves were ready for the real shit,  
 
      “During a red blood moon, they were magically put to sleep
One by one their hearts were ripped out and thrown in the creek,
      “When in sacrificial mutilated fashion the last slave died
An ancient blood ritual was performed causing the dead to rise,  
 
      “With hate in their glowing eyes fueled by tortured prejudice
The dead slaves invaded Massa’s residence,
      “His last words were ‘you lesser thans need to take your ass on’
Before they ate Massa alive all the way to the bone,  
 
      “From plantation to plantation the evil continued to spread
With every act becoming more twisted by the swarming dead,  
      “Anybody who owned slaves or was cruel to one
Was found impaled under an early rising morning sun”.