Madame LaLaurie

Socialite and aristocracy

Secret debauchery

In the attic under lock and key

Under lock and key

Oh Dr LaLaurie

What did you teach her to be

Surgical butchery

Insane her crimes on humanity her butchery

Chained to the cooking stove

Imprisoned there years in a row

Deliberately set the house aflame

Desperate her freedom to gain

They came dousing the fire

And rescue all trapped there in dire

Better down the doors that hide

The honor to be found inside

The decay of those who died

Lay before their eyes

Who could do such ghastly deeds

What reason could trigger the need

To maim and cut and cleans from sin

Upstairs the doors locked from within

Victims of skullduggery

Experimental surgery

None there could believe their eyes

The horror of such tragic size

One with dislocated limbs

Rest to heal improperly

Then stuffed inside a box to heal

The agony that slave did feel

Another one hung upside down

'Til buckets of his blood drained out

Still one strapped to a tabletop

And left to rot

There at he spot

Death overcomes

Pain felt is merciful numb

The gathering crowd

Evidence found

Known to none

Heinous the crime

Evil is done

Evil is done

Evil is done

Evil is done