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as you leave me in my bed

beware of the corpse from which you tread

for in shimmer of gold one night it will wake

and with cunning and skill revenge it shall take

darling dear do pay it your heed

in blindness of rage it denies mercy's creed

please note not to voice out your fears

in the dark corners its spirit will hear

when at night you lay you down to sleep

up to your bed with a knife it shall creep

hungry for blood it will taste on its blade

your blackened soul no one will save

so be wary dear as you walk out the door

history returns those overlooked before .

:)

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