People coming
Out from the grave
The police not knowing
Which one to save
Dogs barking
Until they're dead
Psychos, maniacs
The one's that lead
Half dead bodies
Torn apart
In the graveyard
It's an art
Hearing sounds
Of flesh and bones
Being ripped
By sticks and stones
Gruesome, bloody
That day was
Vanishing
In the earth's crust.
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