Spirits of the condemned, rising from their grave
Bringing messages from hell, to those who think they're brave
Spirits of the condemned, poised for an attack
Dancing through the trees, around and back
Spirits of the condemned, start to zone in
Marking their territory, by howling and moaning
Spirits of the condemned, shall invade the homes
Of those who spoke to them, in harmful tones
Spirits of the condemned, are fearless creatures
Who will bring upon us, their horrific features
Spirits of the condemned, will never return
To their stinking graves, they rather burn
And spirits of the condemned, are free to roam
And forever spit poison, on the life we've known.
C. Vergara
11.01.2007
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I am brave, not braver to withstand the spirits that you articulated here, White tiger. Thank you for sharing this with us.