Graveyard

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-Graveyard-

in the morning the sun shines bright

but in the evening, there is no light.

shaped shadows beyond ones minds

read apon the tombstones lines.

spirits sway throught the garden

all of their hearts cold and hardened.

forgotten memories of the dead

color blind when all is red.

sickness, murder, or suicide

fate has decided how you die.

many funerals have taken place

in the comfort of a coffins case.

haunted houses are the least of your worries

it's not always like milk and cookies.

only the devil chooses you death card

be thankful if you die in a graveyard......

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