Wake The Dead

by Wishmaster   Sep 8, 2008


Through these halls, I walk with dead
If only I could wake the dead
Upon this dark and gloomy night
This tale of horror and of fright

Beyond his control
He could keep in his soul
This cause several deaths
Lives cut short, by several breaths

Longing and wanting
For this nightmare, keep from haunting
Him for all time
Alas! All he did was crime

All of humanity
Drove him to the point of insanity
He could no longer live the same
Since would take all the blame

The accusations amounted
The crimes amounted
How far could one man fall
How could he answer death's call

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