The Necropolis

Lifeless hands grip at my soul
Pulling me under into realm of darkness
The Necropolis, skeleton bodies
Radiating death, scattered guns
Blooming flowers caked in blood
Scarlet red drips slowly down
Lifeless hands bloodied by death
Death of those once loved
The Necropolis... hell
A child's cry chills the mind
Block the cry, cold blood
For that is our kind
Kill or be killed no matter what
Skeleton heart, skeleton mind
Bloodied soul, bloodied hands
Exit the mind
Enter the monster
Timeless grief
Never felt
Countless death
Never known
This is the Necropolis
This is the city of death
Let us meet in hell

The End

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