The deformed children walked into the darkness singing an eerie tune.
Their possession of demons in the cemetary upon the ancient full moon.
The skies held a bloody rainbow hidden in the mist,
Like bunnies imprisoned in a werewolf's metamorphosis.
The child with features of a brutal clown comunicates with the dead.
The mystically enchanted spirits speak of the bludgeon of their head.
The zombies rise with the itch to make them paranoid.
But to worry the souls of the shattered is a plan worth calling void.
(worte this for school)
melikechocolatemilk Community Member 
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