Spirits Of The Condemned Poem by White Tiger

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