living are the dead
dead are their souls
reluctant are we to face it
forever live in rejection
of what might have come
come from the reckage
come from the death
forgotten in the breezes
of the cool winters cloak
forever we stand
agianst them unite
the power of three
the power of two
the power of one left undone
nonsence begone
truth come alive
forget all the troubles
and come play
amoungst the headstones
and the tombs
beside the bones
and the rotting flesh
come with us
be with us
come one come all
to the feast of the dead.
Home Agian...?
CoLLeCtiVe ThOuGHtS
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