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

freak of [bad word] 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 [bad word] home
And visited aunt on his way
She noticed the picture and changed in the face
And adviced him to throw it away

The [bad word] scetch darkened 
And sated with deadly might
But the fool put it in [bad word] 
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