Loved mrbosslady's vid idea and wanted to write some possible text for her sequence of events.

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The tale is twisted, though true enough
For the lamp-light never lies.
Its fluorescent flickers tell of terror
Which sticks to my bones--
Scabs behind my eyes.

I knew the town was toxic,
crooked as the devil's teeth.
A slaughtercity it now was
Sluffing off stories sicker than belief.

My brothers, sisters
Split open, strung up
Spiked on sticks
Used for hats, lamps, lanterns
According to my friend's flicks.

Only so much a guy can take,
Before his insides bleed through his ribs.
So a journey I decide to plot,
To those mutilaters dangling angler bracelets and bibs.

And when I reach those streets,
See the grime and gut-soaked gutters,
I'll unite us into a group glow
of gutsy gusto to shine through shutters.

And they will fear!
Yes! They will sweat and shiver!
Their chilled spines will snap and splinter,
Split open by a single sliver.

But wait. My telling is not entirely told,.
For I now understand that they WILL rise,
Outnumber, massacre, brutalitize.
Cackle-call at our stitch-shut eyes.

The streets will bloat
Fresh catacombs of our carcass shells
And even should one survive,
He'll be caught and killed
by siren's bells.

So, with a skull rotting of dead dreams
I unplan my spontaneous scheme
Rather than journey to the city's screams,
I return to the cave and the TV screen.