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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Cemetery battered in a rat infested caged existence blood soaked rat with visious hanging teeth on side dripping blood enclosed in the memory of a torn uterus to let go of any inhabition eyes with spots having holes dull in the mouth a cemetery of vast enchanted means the tombs of those would open ghostly ghouls would a rise shades of grey in blackened death stench gore there was a little girl sitting on a tombstone "Hey little girl how are you today ?" mourners passed the crypt left unaided with body intact the violation of the innocent left tired dangling in the wind a blackened Timberwolf used to frequent those grounds taking the heads off of corpses for a thrill ride cold hearts piercing with screams of exotic frantic ensued the cemetery was vast and expansed blind bats fly overhead at night to frighten the visitors in their mourning shades of blackened drapery permeate the exterior of the vault that held the crypt tired grave yard workers took a pee in back of the vault every chance that they could get my heart was pulsating almost fever pitched inside running a mile a minute the cemetery was once again vast but empty in the morning when I arose I heard the pitter patter of torn bats in their embankment tower water flowing as if caged fools in peril were in the back the sound of a coyote howls out in exotic fashion out of every twist and turn here's what I learned the cemetry can't do you wrong a call for better days
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