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Graveyard

A boy dressed in black
walking down to the graveyard
He held tightly to his Ouija board
Throwing it down on the mans grave
Thomas A. Fisher.
He set up candles around the mans gravestone
He chanted words from the underworld.
The lights blew out immediately
The branches on the trees fluttering in the heavy wind
Between the trees stood a tall black figure
Flashes in the boys mind A man in an electric chair
His skin bubbling, his eyes popping from his head
Bursting against the fabric around his head
No flesh left on his bones
They threw his body into a wooden coffin
Throwing it in the water, they sunk him to the bottom
A huge rock sat on top
The boy shook his head, out of the allusion
The figure was gone He quickly got up
running back to the exit 
Something tightly gripped his jacket
Pulling him back unto the ground
A loud shout of a scream, he got up seeing a woman
Near the edge of the pond, only one name she screamed
THOMAS!! Her scream was horrid, the boy watched
As the woman pulled out a rope from her jacket
Tightly wrapping it around the tree
She hung herself before the boy
He held out his hand- NO! w.. WAIT
He shouted out at her, only to see she vanished 
With every step he took she slowly faded.
He stopped before the rope twirling in the wind
Looking down at the water, it bubbled
Like someone boiling water on the stove
A huge rock floated up, along with the top of a wooden coffin
He stood back, knowing what the allusion was earlier
A crack of branches coming from behind him
Turning slowly he seen the huge disembodied figure
Reaching out, he gripped the boy by his throat
Throwing him into the boiling river
Oh how he screamed, the man stood and watched
The boys skin bursting from his bones, his head was no longer
Seen or attached to his body.
Three crows sat upon the tree branch
making their sounds but even louder than usual
The rope swung back and forth
the rock sunk and covered the coffin
What the boy didn't know is that when he 
Played with the Ouija board he unleashed the man from his tomb
The black disembodied figure now roams freely around the graveyard
The boys body remains in the wooden coffin
Under a huge rock in the river.
In the screams of the wind
You can hear the man say
"I thank god for the suffering"

For centuries the world has been confused 
between the lights of heaven and the flames of hell
Who knew a simple angel would go that far
just to get what he wanted



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