by ehsan-safavie
He comes in the night,
Ready for the fight.
He’ll slay us alive.
No one will survive.
His eyes burn blood red,
Gleaming in his head.
He leads The Dead right to me.
I won’t go on bended knee.
The creatures will be here.
Their footsteps are too near.
I bow my head to pray.
Let us live one more day.
THE DEAD GAME
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