Friday the 13th
Do you feel the stiffness in the
air?
Do you see people walk with
care?
We all know the day is upon
our feet.
Oh yes, we know its Friday the
13th.
Hours go by
Watch the sun fall and the
moon rise.
Superstitions fill up our hearts.
Fear move through our body
parts.
Everything is moving slowly.
Something we do feel unholy.
Shake the feeling until the end,
Cause in the morning, we'll
breath again.
So here's to another creepy
day,
For I know, we all pray.
This chilling touch we feel,
Won't come until next year.
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