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Posted by
on Sunday, January 29 @ 15:21:52 UTC
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: Zombies
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on Sunday, January 29 @ 15:21:52 UTC
full_of_grace writes:: " For most, the mornings mean all.
For them, the night time takes the call.
Thirst for blood is what they crave,
As they awake up from their grave.
Their bodies rise up from the dead,
For it is their time to be fed.
A sip of blood, a piece of flesh
- a moment of ecstasy for them –
Upon the sacred ground they stand,
Seeking for the human flesh.
And as the sun gives its last breath,
They prepare to dance the way they can. "
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Re: Zombies (Score: 1)
by ellabeth on Monday, January 30 @ 11:32:55 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | this is actually quite a freaky poem and the way you describe wat happens is fantastic!
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