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Strings attached to every limb
In the midst of howling wind
Controlling every move they make
Some still tied to their stake
Causing such an awful fright
For this is called a crimson night
Corpses marching up the street
Recruiting everyone they meet
Into the march of corpses they bind
Leaving their lives and souls behind
They strangle and stab
Then tie up and dab
Tying many more to the unknown force
That created and leads the march of the corpse
As dawn breaks it comes to an end
They all disappear around the bend
Because of this fearful, crimson night
Hold your loved ones very tight
For if this march should come again
You'll never know who'll meet their end
- by tomboy1212000 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/22/2011 |
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- Title: March of the Corpse
- Artist: tomboy1212000
- Description: I wrote this for english class, and I based it off of a nightmare. I love it, now!
- Date: 09/22/2011
- Tags: march corpse
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