Resurrection

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It's halloween night,

I'm all alone,

Wondering in this cemetery

In the "do not enter zone."

I trip over a tree,

But it seems as though I'm stuck,

I try to get on my feet,

Feeling as heavy as a tow truck.

I shake of the feeling,

And continue proceeding ahead,

But something strange grabs my attention,

I wonder if it's alive or dead.

Being as curious as I am,

I go to check it out,

What my eyes suddenly come across,

Makes my heart beat, and I shout.

I run for my life,

As this thing Is chasing me,

Is this a resurrection?

No wait! It's a zombie!

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