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Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, at the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wisemen of old
Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the nations run in fear
Oceans boil with blood of human victims
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I feel like a balloon floating higher I’m touching a distant moon
I don’t think I’ll come down anytime soon
Ah my kitten I am so glad you’re the way you are
You’re my favorite living human by far
’cause you make this frightening world less bizarre
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