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Breakfast

Bright red blood turns into crimson,

As the darkness of death falls.

The undeads work is about to begin,

Then you hear their mournful calls.

“Come to me,” it seems their saying,

But you know you can’t give in.

You know you must keep on delaying,

If you don’t want to end up in sin.

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Written by
jenna-johnston
American
Published
Nov 8, 2011
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