Monday, June 1, 2015

THE DEAD GAME



I can see in the dark night.
I can see the deadly fight.
The small town is about to fall.
No one will be left here at all.

More shadows are coming to town.
One is wearing a fancy crown.
The trade winds are growing in force.
I'll keep meowing till I'm hoarse.

The figures are chanting.
They are also praying.
To some demon from hell.
Now I can hear a bell.

Bells are ringing around us.
I don't want to make a fuss.
But time for us has come to an end.
To these creatures I refuse to bend.

THE DEAD GAME



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