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[sid] => 98427
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Mary Smith's Rage
[time] => 2005-06-17 23:22:44
[hometext] => Came to me and wrote it on Paper. It's a creepy poem that will surely entertain you from beginning till end
[bodytext] => Mary Smith’s Rage: There sat a white house, rusted with age On top of a hill named “Mary Smith’s Rage” Many had rumored and many had talked About Mary Smith’s spirit inside the house walked During the nights the whisper of her name ringed She would answer with those chilling words she so warmly singed Her family had died, a day of December She had taken their lives, but did not remember Her 3 sons and daughter were slaughtered by her own hands Yet she blamed her husband whom she did not give a chance She killed him that night, that she did know But refused the thought of killing 5 in a row So she grabbed the bloody knife that laid on the floor And sliced her own wrist, that had already been torn “What?” She asked out loud, again forgetting what just happened She had already killed her self while stabbing her husband She was left to wander her cold lonely home Tormented by the cries of her family that only she had known This story was told as it penetrated the white house’s walls While many had wondered if this story was true or false Either way, none dared prove it wrong For if they got too close, they’d hear Mary’s song None knew why her family she had killed After leaving her house locked and safely sealed What happened on that white house has no last page No ending to the mystery of the hill “Mary Smith’s Rage” Why? And How? Are the most popular questions Of this story that had a devastating destination Those who found the key to Mary’s life and the hill’s mystery Were soon doomed by Mary Smith’s own history “Dare not be near,” the song had said “Or I shall haunt your soul as you walk or lay on your bed. I do not understand how I ended like this Killed my own family and the reason had missed But you will not, as you relive my own life From the moment I killed my children to the moment I dropped the knife I’ll see you in hell also known as the house of “Mary Smith’s Rage” The white house that will suck you in and in it’s history will have you engaged!” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Lurking_Shadow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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