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The Graveyard
The living walk amongst the dead,
the dead hold secrets
unknown to the living,
there are unmarked grave sites.
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Whom do they belong to?
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Noone knows.
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There is a dense fog
that hovers in the graveyard,
something is about to happen.
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The clock in the town
strikes at twelve midnight,
the graves open up,
the living get swallowed
and travel to the depths of Hell.
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There is a stench
of rotten flesh and mud,
that lingers in the air,
the moon is covered
by thick, black clouds.
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The ground closes up,
awaiting to be opened up again....
at the stroke of midnight.
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Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.26/2004
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