DRIPPING WITH SIN

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   travelaway

   
   

   
   

   The waves are churning.

   My face is burning.

   What’s coming for me?

   I don’t want to see.

   It rises from the deep

   when all are fast asleep.

   The Dead come ashore.

   For me, they’ve come for.

   There’s nowhere to run or hide.

   I refuse to take their side.

   The Dead will not win.

   They’re dripping with sin.

   THE DEAD GAME