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Pitter Patter Rain, dripping like tears Yet a dead man can’t hear Fizzle Sizzle Fire, fighting to be free Yet a dead man can’t see Moan Groan Pain, cold and hard like steel Yet a dead man can’t feel Swoosh Whoosh Odour, coming straight from hell Yet a dead man can’t smell Drip Drop Acid, liquid from the waste Yet a dead man can’t taste Gasp Rasp We fear, we try to stall But peace, silence—this is where we find it all
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 7:29 AM UTC
A dead man can’t
Pitter Patter Rain, dripping like tears Yet a dead man can’t hear Fizzle Sizzle Fire, fighting to be free Yet a dead man can’t see Moan Groan Pain, cold and hard like steel Yet a dead man can’t feel Swoosh Whoosh Odour, coming straight from hell Yet a dead man can’t smell Drip Drop Acid, liquid from the waste Yet a dead man can’t taste Gasp Rasp We fear, we try to stall But peace, silence—this is where we find it all
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 7:29 AM UTC
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