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The Creeps
Dearie you’re dying
face has lost its color
I see
All that’s left is pallor
Deathbed is cold
I feel
Veins has lost its throbbing pulse
Frigid is the mangled body
Ghastly rattles on your throat
I hear
The choking cries of your soul
The deathbell is taking its toll
for your nigh fall
I know
sickle of death is taking your soul
to where it should belong.