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Take me down, follow the frown.
Search the sky, search the ground.
A futuristic figure, A pigmint in my mind.
Merry go rounds make my thoughts unwind.
All my thoughts are sick, DEMENTED.
All my dreams are varnished, REPENTED.

1, 2 ,3, 4, 5, 6 feet under the soil, my blood begins to boil, all this dirt on me, Zombie........Zombie........

The pale stage lights twirl.
Face looks like a dead girl.
Cold, dark and descolent.
This creation is melevolent.

6 feet under the sol, my blood begins to boil, spit and urine on me. Zombie, Zombie, Zombie---------------.



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On Friday October 8th, 2004, MEATGRINDER MAN (510) writes:
This was cool. It's a fave of mine, as are a number of your other works. Thank you. ~Shane~


On Thursday October 7th, 2004, Zhee (638) writes:
this was very cool... wonderfully written.


On Thursday October 7th, 2004, DarkWolf (442) writes:
I can totally put this to music... very cool work.. excellent write.. -Michael



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