Thursday, October 17, 2013

Thriller Night

 Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
 Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize your neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found

Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air

The funk of forty thousand years

And grisly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

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