A/N: to break things up, since I'm feeling like I'm in a bit of a ditch, I thing I will be writing a poem tonight. Yeah. A poem
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In this dark
Shameful hour
Rotting corpses
Deem devour
Us
Yes
Us
Oh dear
oh dear
Run love run
Don't let them
Come near
Oh wait
what's this
They stumble
And find
A book
The Good Book
Scrawled
Upon the spine
Within
the damp pages
Splashed with
Precious
red liquid
Were listed
all these rules
By which
The undead
Existed
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