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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (Misery's Ghost) Dreaming with my eyes wide open Ultra Death sits by the bedside On your knees, you are crying! Along the floor, now you are dying! Swallowing the pain inside, demanding for the reaper himself If you want to see dead people This GHOST will bring you face to face with the luminance Once you cross over, you're in absolute fright Lost in a desire to see the spirit world, Drowning to be a part of it !!! . Can you hear that low bubbling noise rising up from within? Wait, wait that is, he or she…. *The dead* No... You are still gurgling of your stomach, is it? This hunger is not indigestion, it is Mount KILLomen about to blow The Ghost Effect enters the soul, in pieces after the first glow A 'Ghost so potent enough, it will wipe you off the face of the earth Like a trace, every fragment of this Ghost is a killer If you are kindling it, you might not live to tell Find a way to exercise it with extreme caution When ‘The Ghost’ is around There is no going back, once you have experienced it You’ll never encounter a way to fight off this evil intrusion! After you've lived, the ghost will haunt 'long after the soul is gone First, the sensation that you're buried alive, Then the frightening phenomena feeling begins The ghoul is trapped and clawing its way to the surface Savor the evening with pain until they come to claim what is left Living loud, with a tortured soul Having inherited- SATAN'S BLOOD This Ghost has a forked tongue Misery made everyone believe that he was just another ghost Until you see, ‘The Ghost’ and what he or she has done? Experiencing how it makes the blood boil like a thousand fiery lashes Falling from, Satan's whip, only hope can escape his snare Wishing for a Laxative To flush the insanity, that haunts through the years Calling this The End………… By: P and The Ghost-CoWriter
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