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Description
In the heart of an abandoned corn farm,
Where shadows dance in eerie charm,
Lies a tale of terror, fierce and wild,
Of Buddy Colton, the monstrous child.

Once a border collie, now transformed,
Mutated to a state, untamed and deformed,
With muscles bulging, grotesque and immense,
A creature of darkness, pure malevolence.

His eyes, once gentle, now burn with rage,
A sentinel of the farm, a fearsome sage,
For this forsaken land, once human-filled,
Now Buddy's domain, but with vengeance distilled.

His mind, mutated to sentience, acute,
Aware of trespassers, he's resolute,
To protect the soil his ancestors sowed,
From those who dare desecrate their abode.

With DIY ingenuity, he crafts his snare,
Farm tools wielded with malicious flair,
In every corner, traps of horror lie,
Waiting with patience for the unwary to pry.

The unsuspecting wanderers, they approach,
Unaware of the peril, the impending encroach,
Buddy watches, lurking, as they draw near,
His monstrous form, a chilling veneer.

With strength unmatched, he strikes with might,
Engulfing with darkness, devouring their sight,
His traps ensnare, their screams echo loud,
As Buddy stands tall, proud and unbowed.

No mercy granted, no respite found,
Only the echoes of their haunting sound,
For those who disturb this forsaken place,
Will meet their end in Buddy's embrace.

In the abandoned corn farm, terror reigns,
Where once laughter echoed, now only stains,
Buddy Colton, the monstrous, mutated hound,
A warning to all who dare trespass this ground.

So heed this caution, ye who wander near,
Respect the land, let its memory be clear,
For Buddy awaits, his wrath unrestrained,
A guardian of the farm, forever unchained.

Description
In the heart of an abandoned corn farm,
Where shadows dance in eerie charm,
Lies a tale of terror, fierce and wild,
Of Buddy Colton, the monstrous child.

Once a border collie, now transformed,
Mutated to a state, untamed and deformed,
With muscles bulging, grotesque and immense,
A creature of darkness, pure malevolence.

His eyes, once gentle, now burn with rage,
A sentinel of the farm, a fearsome sage,
For this forsaken land, once human-filled,
Now Buddy's domain, but with vengeance distilled.

His mind, mutated to sentience, acute,
Aware of trespassers, he's resolute,
To protect the soil his ancestors sowed,
From those who dare desecrate their abode.

With DIY ingenuity, he crafts his snare,
Farm tools wielded with malicious flair,
In every corner, traps of horror lie,
Waiting with patience for the unwary to pry.

The unsuspecting wanderers, they approach,
Unaware of the peril, the impending encroach,
Buddy watches, lurking, as they draw near,
His monstrous form, a chilling veneer.

With strength unmatched, he strikes with might,
Engulfing with darkness, devouring their sight,
His traps ensnare, their screams echo loud,
As Buddy stands tall, proud and unbowed.

No mercy granted, no respite found,
Only the echoes of their haunting sound,
For those who disturb this forsaken place,
Will meet their end in Buddy's embrace.

In the abandoned corn farm, terror reigns,
Where once laughter echoed, now only stains,
Buddy Colton, the monstrous, mutated hound,
A warning to all who dare trespass this ground.

So heed this caution, ye who wander near,
Respect the land, let its memory be clear,
For Buddy awaits, his wrath unrestrained,
A guardian of the farm, forever unchained.