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a poem about sitting in the graveyard

Submitted:Apr 12, 2011    Reads: 56    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

Sit Down

Sit down between the graves of the dead

The corpse grin from its foul head

Sparks dance from the flames of hell

The monastery sounds the bell

And look upon the ghosts of yore

Look upon the bodies killed in war

Look upon the bloody gore

It is time for the coming of day

And all the ghost go sleepy away


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