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Ruenion
Dressed in all black,
a chilly walk to the local cemetery
Vallies of graves, over ice tipped grass hills
homes of what seem to haunt the public.
But I don't go to visit a lost one
nor do I go to sink into the dirt
finally becoming one with nature.
No.
What I do is walk with my last childhood friend,
admiring the artwork of the chiseled statues
chuckling at the burban left as a victual
talking to those who had haunted our dreams.
Finding beauty where people don't think to look.
So we spread our sheet amongst are best friends
because they will never fight back!
Soon we'll reach the valley of death.
Time to take a break from the living,
now we're no longer lambs of God.
Few words will be spoken
our undead music will play
People will stop an stare
but we have won
for these hours are shameless.
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What happens at a quick lunch with an old friend at a local cemetery.