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Spirits Of The Night
Author: Andrew James Ball

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Thick fog grows around the house,
The dead rise from their grave
Their spirits are starting to rouse
What could it be that these spirits crave?
It might be the blood of the living
Or to eat the fruit of the land
Maybe they arenít forgiving
We who are alive donít understand.
Should we stay and fight or run for our lives?
They draw closer to the house
Stay and see who survives.
Be a man and not a mouse.
The truth is coming, this I dread
For these spirits donít know that they are dead

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