When the Clock Strikes Twelve in an Old Abandoned Church

They say that when the clock strikes twelve
In an old abandoned church near the dead-man's lake
The ghosts and phantoms of the place
Wake from their slumbering states
Children, elderly, priests, and women
Roam through the building screaming and screaming
Howls and moans, sobs and rage
A sane man will turn insane
No homeless beggar, no criminal will
Stay at the Church when night begins
I have mistaken the truth for rumors
And decided spend the day with humor
My friend and wife believed like fools
Or so I thought until the clock has turned
The Church was beautiful, a little creepy
Crimson seats with an old bible filled it
An organ that refused to play
I spent with boredom that day
I found all rooms, lit some of the candles
The clock stroke seven - I was getting afraid
I explored a bit more, but my body won't listen
Tense no matter how I tried to relax
I rolled my eyes at my own "demise"
The clock rang eight - I was not as afraid
I found a sleeping place and went to bed
I turned for a while, turned off a candle
I thought I heard whispers, but no, it's imagination
The clock beat nine - I had fallen asleep and had not heard the cute little chirp
The clock struck ten - I was having a dream, about my little children and my dog Bim.
The clock rung eleven - still no response, I turned to the wall and snored and snored
Finally, just before it rung twelve, I felt something nudging me and suddenly fell
I was floating in air, what a strange contradiction - I'm sure I'm no bird - a hallucination?
I opened my eyes, wearily sat up, the clock beat twelve, I was surely surprised
Out of walls, out of the floor, women and children floated like fog
I shook my head and closed my eyes, when I opened them, I was terrified
An old stern man was staring at me, then screamed as if I was killing him
The whole huge church erupted with howls, I covered my ears to no avail
Out of the walls, out of the floor, out of the ceiling, out of the door
Priests, women, children young and old
Filed into the room and screamed all they were worth
It sounds insane, but they attacked me - flew though me and threw books and chairs at me
I stood and ran from the cursed old place, and that is how I learned my place
And I told my children, and grand children, and wife
What happened to me on that night
When the clock struck twelve in an old abandoned church
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