To All That Are Dead

I am the one who is always exhuming,

I am the one you think you will see in the darkest of

nights.

I have yet to reconcile the thoughts within myself

For still I'm the one with the dead.

Oh, sanguine blood of thy corpse,

Quench my thirst and stain my skin.

Oh, how ironic it is to feel so alive

When you cease to exist.

I adore what I have become.

I have longed for such a love in my dreams

And my wrath will not subside until this love is mine.

Forever I remain the hideous figure treading these

unholy grounds

For I have failed the one who has created me.

My conscious is telling me to ingest the flesh of the

deceased

with my tongue I shall lick the graves of all who will

follow me.

Mark my words.

They will pay.

I still am one with the dead

And I swear

And I swear

To all that are dead I swear

To all that are dead

your dead.

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and I swear

I swear to all that are dead

And I swear to all that are dead

And I swear to all that are dead

And I swear to all that are dead