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Necrofile
Author: Miztrebor

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Something Is White,
On Your Pillow Tonight.
Your Hair Is Not There,
But Everywhere.
You Are Old And Cold To The Touch,
Are You Still Alive?
No That's Right,
You Died Last Night.
The Killer Struck you Down,
And Looped Off Your Head.
Rigor Mortis Has Set In,
But Your Body's Not As Stiff As Him.
He Loves The Dead
And To See Them Bleed.
In A Pool Of Your Own Blood,
He Comes To Feed.

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