BURNING HOT

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Red hot waves lap at the shore,
Bringing with it blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
The Dead are right around the bend.
Death is their evening delight.
They descend with all of their...

 

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Trailing Edge | vividessentials

 

Red hot waves lap at the shore,

Bringing with it blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

The Dead are right around the bend.

Death is their evening delight.

They descend with all of their might.

Florida will never be the same

Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

Burn Baby Burn

Burn Baby Burn.
He’ll light your fire
to take you higher.
The town’s on fire,
set by the sire.
He comes tonight
with his great might.
He comes for me
from the dark sea.
The Dead Game goes on.
Book 2 heat is on.
THE DEAD...

 

Burn Baby Burn.

 

He’ll light your fire

to take you higher.

The town’s on fire,

set by his sire.

He comes tonight

with his great might.

He comes for me

from the dark sea.

The Dead Game goes on.

Book 2 heat is on.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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Book 2 out in 2017

 

SEE ME

SEE ME
See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

SEE ME

See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

HOTTER THAN HELL

 

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A WITCH’S BREW

A WITCH’S BREW

Our paradise is lost,
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.


Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.

THE DEAD GAME

THE JUNGLE

 

Take me into the jungle.

Across the bamboo bridge.

To where it’s hot and humid.

And exotic creatures come to life.

Branches hit me in the face.

Bugs bite my hands and legs.

Greenery attempts to bury me.

But this is the life I want to live.

 

HELL HAS ARRIVED

Source:

 

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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IT FLICKERS

Michail Satarov, Towards the Light. 

 

 

The candlelight flickers.

Melting down.

Dripping hot wax.

A pathway of heat.

For The Dead lo follow.

As they reach up.

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

THE DEAD GAME

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Nook

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