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The Street Of The Dead
Blood down drippin at the end of his street
Feel the pain rushing from your head to your feet
A phycopath born and raised by dead
All the zombies fighting over his head
The ripped up,mashed up,dirt covered youth
Travels his old street without an objective to persue
Walking through the forest,feeling the trees
A walking,no-talking phycopathic freak
Living with the dead,Dying with the living
Look out cause one day he might pay you a visit
Hes all grown up and hes out of the grave
Comming for you to make you his slave
Another gross,disgusting,vial,creature will you be
With him you will rome up and down his old street
He was given the job to pick up the dead
You should have guessed now that his name is death
Is it weird that I find that sexy?
thats so cool i love it!!!!!!lol we need to hang out soon ..i miss you and nick a tun and a half ..... im in school and one of my friends is joining post poems yayy..lol well im gunna get goin ttyl love cinnabunn lol bye *huggs*
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now i have to go and read this to some little children just for fun...