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We walk arm in arm Or sometimes alone, We wonder the night But only this much is shown, Murderers we are not We only kill to survive, Our hearts may beat But we're still not alive, We lay in the darkness Securing your fate, We do not love you We do not hate, Who we are Our names i can't tell, But we are the damned! Decending from hell, We are disowned from God The sun burns our skin, But when the plague came around We did not give in, We live forever Inside our morbid shell, We are the damned The children of hell.

As i walk along the vally of death; i looks to my side, my friends are not there(they must've left), i have only my shadow which trails behind. 3 o'clock my shadow's gone and i am all alone; its a pitty to see only me walk through the imagination of my own.

The lights flickered in the bars dingy, foul bathroom, Jeff laid on the sickly green tiled floor, staring blankly at the stucco ceiling wondering how they got the little paint droplet’s to stay. Or maybe they weren’t paint at all, maybe they were thousands upon millions of spider eggs sacks, just waiting for the right time to open up and have zillions of little black spiders fall on peoples heads and crawl into their hair. As you can interpret from this thought you’ve probably noticed that Jeff is different from everyone else, he’s always thinking up something new and imaginative, or just plain morbid. Because you see, Je