It rains on a person, the shovel in the persons hands cuts through mud. The mud is under a dark, macabre graveyard. The grave is next to an abandond church, in a ghost town that rests in the imagination of Kyle Fiene. Relaxing yet terifying, like slow dancing with death himself.
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A Dance In the Macabre
RandomIm sure not what this is, I was thinking of some ideas and this came up. Every idea matters to me.
