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GRAVEYARD HOUSE

The moment in time, never last long
Foundation dug with a log
Building on a solid rock
Cracking and drying is of the skull

Coming to tang the red cold blood
At an era of mysterious fog
The wind plays an unfriendly song
That even a sunny bright day is dreary and odd

Peaceful home with lots of disturbing old
Giving up the spirits to grab a chiefly rod
Not even the lifeless love the accord
But they wish to be there up the fog

The writings on the wall aren’t so blurred
But the necropolis block is so strong
Decorated with blood-sucking bugs
The ceiling white but tinted with blood

Not so far from there and here the breath is last heard
Serene Abode with lots of disturbing old
Giving up the spirits to grab a chiefly rod
In the graveyard resting residence of bugs.

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