The manipulated dead will do anything to save themselves from oblivion
to escape obscurity
escape eternity
mistakes that have been made
debts left unpaid
sinning
seeking forgiveness
then sinning again
this is how its always been
*i need help finishing this poem so I'm open to suggestions. please help*
*continuing*
For the Manipulated Dead
They sulck in the Gravyards
They wait in the shadows
They Envy the lives
Of the people who walk among
The living, lucky ones.