We're frightened
but we must be brave
upon entering
horrible path of
the living dead
artificial coffin
with artifial cob webs
Indiana jones cart
carrying nervous
along artificial darkness
We're amazed
not to the human zombies
touching chests
but to the mama's child
brave enough to laugh
and mock this
comical graveyard
Learn horror drives
explore city graves
except with weak heart
you ride at your own risk
the management is not liable for you
commercial riders!
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