Evil Dead
By Midian
Dead men tell no tales. Unless you can read thier souls. Burning hatreds are revealed. Murdered minds feel displaced. Spirits of evil beaten down. Wicked children eat mothers flesh. and father is dead and replaced. From heavens gate they fell. Sacrilege permeates the buriel mound. Lick thier lips clean of blasphemy. Rip the children from thier beds. Carry them away to black hells. Evil is waiting beyond it's grave. Hunting us like livestock. And none of us can get away. We are all dead before we die. soon we will be the hunters. Fill their dreams with dread. Feed on thier innocence. Tear out thier faith. and bleed it dry. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 02:13 PM PST, Shayne Robert Nelson 18 • 0 • 10
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"Dead men tell no tales...."