Monday, August 28, 2017

when the night turns its way


When the night turns its way
The coffin will open the undead arise
Smell the hot air of the hot blood
They smile for the night to fly

In the day these pests stay quiet
They are afraid to get nailed in
They will not raise issues
They will play dead

It is when the night turns into play
The dark shadows will appear hungry eyes
They will seek infusion of blood
To keep them going and in need

But the nights are numbered
The people are getting together
Fighting the curse of the night
They will hammer them into hell

The lap dogs are running
They can't stay on forever
They have sense their usefulness
They better escape before it is too late

When the night turns its way
The dark shadows think they can play
They forget the people are getting together
They will hammer them to hell


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