PURPLE NECTAR

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Cover me in purple.

Pour it like wine

Over my body.

Let it trickle down

To my mouth.

I want a sip.

Of your purple nectar.

COVER ME IN PURPLE

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Cover me in purple.

Flowing like wine.

Pouring over my body.

Let it trickle down.

Down to my mouth.

I want a sip.

Of the purple nectar.

A DOOR

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A door among many others.

A family like all the others.

Eating at the dinner table.

Drinking wine.

Laughing.

But something is off.

The wine is blood.

The dessert are fingers.

A family not like the others.

THE DEAD GAME

COVER ME IN PURPLE

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Cover me in purple.

Flowing like wine.

Pouring over my body.

Let it trickle down.

Down to my mouth.

I want a sip.

Of the purple nectar.

THE DEAD ARE WATCHING AND WAITING

THE DEAD ARE WAITING

Come inside and visit.
The door is open for you.
The Dead are waiting for you.

THE DEAD TAKE NO PRISONERS

What is happening inside the gazebo?
It is the dead of night in Oasis, Florida.
Mingled with the sounds of the howling wind
are sounds of chanting.
These sounds grow louder
as we step closer to the gazebo.
What is inside the gazebo?
Candles are lit in a circle, their
lights unwavering in the growing wind.
And in the middle of the circle, there is
a body dangling from a noose.
Dark figures are circling the body
and chanting in a foreign language.
The Dead Game has begun.