Laughing Graves
Laughing graves is a scaring reality
As I moved deep into the forest,
unaware of what was ahead of me,
graves jumped out one by one
Holding to each was a white ghost
I was scared and deeply troubled as
next to me stood a faceless leader.
Games of laughter started in a chorus
Graves shook whenever ghosts laughed
Reason jumped out of my head due to fright
An angry ghost asked me why I came
Vying for trouble in the land of the dead
Eager to know what is happening there in
Secret nation built from ruins of bullets
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