The Legend of Sweet Milk by FD Ravenskraft

A Night like no other
Spending time with my old mother
Cooking and baking his favorite dishes
Greens and Cornbread.
Tis Tis Tis. Let's reminisce
This Glistening tale of a man that went
From a good boy into brutal hell
His last meal with old momma
Knowingly that something is coming
Shadows of reality
That dress is so real.
But out to kill her. The Goons of Summerville
Coming to take momma away
And beat him and scar his face
Because his old mother was the wrong race

That night the cornbread burnt
To find my old mother bleeding and hurt
She died on our porch
And he bury her of course.
Next to pal his living curse
That night change him into a born killer
Cut off the boy heart and eat his liver
All of Southern folk has definitely woke
Of a mass murderer from Georgia to Louisiana
And coast to coast

Now everyone wants answers
Like a spreaded cancer
His killing spree has begin
Going crazy when he smells Cornbread
His temptation is to taste his old mother's creations
With a little slab of bacon.
With liver and torsos and moonshine I reckon

Run fucker run. The Porkers are coming for you
For your murderous unsung
Don't underestimate the legend
The beginning of his legacy

This is the legend of Sweet Milk
A murderous fiend dare not and must not dream
With his chainsaw and machete in hand
This is the Cornbread Murders coming near you
On demand

No one are safe on sacred lands
Here's some cornbread on the bloody frying pan

Life is not so grand.
The Devil is coming from Georgia
With Viennas and Spam

FD Ravenskraft 2024