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I sit hear on my bed Thinking in my head That everybody wants me dead Bloody tears run down my face And thinking how i am a discrace There are creeping things coming out of my hands They are saying they want this land I cry out horrible sounds And they just laugh and go back into the grounds [ Back to "Dark, Horror Poems" page ] |
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