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there once was a man named Matt. he lived alone near lake Black. each night 3 girls disappered. they were each last seen by a man with a beard. some that were found were deep underground. these girls were found qiuet near. their throats slashed ear to ear. the rest were thought to be. with Matt near lake Black don't you see? 5 brave men went to Matt's shack. but come dawn none came back. so Mr.Matt was alled to trial. when he heard this his throat filled with bile. when asked why on these girls he left his mark. he calmly said," this is how I filter the dark." so then he was condemned to death. and 1 night in prison he was left. then come morning, he was beaten in the head. then they burned him to death in his own shed. they heard his dieing cries in the night. " the flames of fire guide my flight."