FROM THE DEEP

 

 

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone,

They’ll burn you to the bone.

 

Fire burns hot in the ice.

It doesn’t feel so nice.

When it hits your body,

Time for them to party.

 

The Dead love to eat.

Humans their best treat.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

BURN

 

 

Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of the nonliving,

They will fight for him.

The evil one.

The Dead one.

THE DEAD GAME

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HELL HAS ARRIVED

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Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Glowing embers.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

 

THE DEAD GAME

BURN BABY BURN

 

Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of The Dead.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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DIE

Not so easy to kill The Dead.

A knife through the eye.

Won’t kill them.

A drink of poison.

Won’t kill them.

Let’s add some sunlight.

A sure hot spot for them.

A beheading for dinner.

Will clear the riffraff away.

A witch’s spell could do the trick.

Be careful of your weapon of choice.

The Dead don’t die easily.

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ICE BURNS HOT

 

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone.

They’ll burn you to the bone.

Fire burns hot in the ice.

It doesn’t feel so nice.

When it hits your body,

Time for them to party.

The Dead love to eat.

Humans their best treat.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

HEAVEN’S TEARS

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Stars falling to the sea.

There’s no way this could be.

Heaven’s tears are being shed.

And I’m hiding in my bed.

 

I must run down to the sea.

I don’t care what happens to me.

I’m afraid for the poor stars.

So far from the moon and Mars.

 

They hit the water and sigh.

Their bright light sizzles and dies.

This won’t be the end of them

If heaven’s tears I could stem.