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Creeping Death
Creeping insidiously
into the house
Through the crevices
like a mouse
It envelopes the victim
into an embrace
And the victim vanishes
without a trace
Dark as night yet invisible
to normal human eye
Can be seen, last moment,
by those about to die
It is nothing but a different
form of death
I'm just making it up, don't
hold your breath
into the house
Through the crevices
like a mouse
It envelopes the victim
into an embrace
And the victim vanishes
without a trace
Dark as night yet invisible
to normal human eye
Can be seen, last moment,
by those about to die
It is nothing but a different
form of death
I'm just making it up, don't
hold your breath
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Creeping Death
Creeping Death