Poem of the dead

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Darkness spreads among us all ...
Flowers wither and fall.
Pumpkin patches wields it's prey ...
For we can just stand and pray.
Graves are filled with the smell of death...
Do you think you've paid your debt?

           (Prayers won't help you!
            If it will...
        You might be saved from being the kill...)

Cause if you didn't pay for what you owe...
Your safe till...
You die of fright from the apocalypse...
till the answer to your question
is nil!

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 30, 2015 ⏰

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