Having seen this canvas he excited And didn't sense the doom But it was to late to change anything And fate knocked his room
Once upon a wonderful day our worthy chose the wrong turn While driving back to his place He reached the Rosewood and noticed the numb Who was vending the stuff from his case
He asked for a painting so sweet and so breathtaking And catching delight He didn't know for sure it will bring him the death And will leave him lifeless at night
A freak of the Russels owned this one And no one could know That he burned all the pictures And ended in loop having given the devil a bow
Joyful man rushed home And visited aunt on his way She noticed the picture and changed in the face And adviced him to throw it away
The brush scetch darkened And sated with deadly might But the fool put it in trunk And darted by night
He came home and fell asleep But woke up with the deafenind screaches he clung to the door But the ax ripped his flesh into pieces