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August 4th, 2018 Leave a comment Go to comments

I’m just a head on a pike
Hovering up here ghostlike
Waiting for lightning to strike
My head

I stumbled upon a cult
That I happened to insult
We fought and as a result
I’m dead

It’s according to their lore
All strangers they must abhor
And thus they have stained their floor
Blood red

So I float here on this beach
Just out of the wild dogs’ reach
A bloodless spook to teach
Pure dread

Now the lightning’s all I’ve got
To not wait it out and rot
I should have gone to Epcot

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