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Good evening, people of the dead

I have many things to tell

Don't be frightened, little ones

To hear things of hell



I will start off with Lucy

She was only 5 years old

Her daddy lost his temper

And the night had turned so cold

He had taken his big hands

Around Lucy's neck they were

She started to gasp and choke

He wanted to kill her



Little Billy boy

Was turning into teen

He was already into drugs

Cause of bullies, all so mean

Billy found his uncle's gun

Brought it to school that day

Pointed it at himself

When outside to play



Glory was a beauty

Would stand out on the street

Looking out to have some fun

And different guys to meet

She hadn't noticed

That one guy had a knife

He had showed her passion

That then ended her life



Johnny was moving out

When his girlfriend broke his heart

She left him for his friend

She tore John apart

He had the rope around his neck

He told the world of his love

Took a step forward

And there he hung from above



One more story before I go

And leave you with these thought

One that was oh so terrifying

But my interest had been caught



A young couple of early love

Had got into a fight

He always forced his voice

She claimed to be so right

On this awful evening

While her new husband was asleep

She moved closer torward him

Not a whisper, not a peep

She told him in his ear,

"Your heart I will never drop"

As she kissed him on his cheek

And then started from the top

The newlywed wife who was so in love

Opened her lover watched him pound

Pulled out his heart, then stabbed herself

His heart fell to the ground



And so I will let you go

Don't be too scared tonight

I know these stories

Might give you a slight fright

Nothing to be afraid of

Unless you bring it onto you

Hold on to your dreams

You'll know what to do



Goodnight...my sweet...