The Undertaker
The undertaker
A vile cruel man
He that rots in the depths a foggy abyss
Chained by the sinful sorrowful
He only slightly emitted into a netherworld
His makings of the undone
His scythe piercing the heart
Of the two people
I loved most in this world
Sadly I wasn’t invited in this ordeal
I’m sure they were great for the feast
Though for surely not my conciseness was fed
Either Mentally or Physically
Most definitely he will rebuke the taste
For they are too untainted
For a vile man such as he
For he is always starving
For the purely unclean
Copyright © Fullmoon Sway | Year Posted 2016
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