Memoirs of the DeadMature

They know your name.
Oh, yes, they remember you--
Don't think that they forgot.

They know what you've done.
They know where you live.
They know where you go.

They always know.
They are always watching,
Always mocking.

They will wait.
They will find you.
They will teach you
That the dead never forget.

The End

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