TICK TOCK

 

TICK TOCK

Tick tock tick tock

Chimes the old clock.

Cold like a vault.

All dancers halt.

Evil so near.

The Dead are here.

Heads are rolling.

Game of bowling.

Midnight is here.

Nothing to fear.

THE DEAD GAME

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