WALK TALL

 

THE DEAD will rise soon.

The birds know the score.

They rise in the night

To take blood and more.

 

The winds will blow hard.

THE DEAD will walk tall.

The waves will rise high.

No one left at all.

 

We can run and hide.

Yellow through and through.

We can stand and fight.

Are you with me too?

 

We decide right now

What our plight will be.

I don’t want to die

Or washed out to sea.

 

Wolf approaches first.

Beast in beauty form.

Takes me in his arms.

Time for us to mourn.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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