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Hands of the Dead
Billy Grotes and long necked Ned
Felt at home amongst the dead.
Shovel and pick to dig the earth,
Toothless grins,a roguish mirth.
Moonlit nights and devilish deeds,
Lilies the queens of deadly weeds.
Bedsteads stony rest their backs,
Leathery skin lined with cracks.
A hoppin and a jumpin on every head,
Trampling down the souls of the dead!
Singing their songs of ghoulish delight,
A bloody thirst for deeds of the night!
Fiends of fury and ghouls of gruesome,
Driven by hell an insatiable twosome!
Rotting flesh rings smell of death,
Staring eyes from lack of breath.
Feasting like kings with silent guest,
Skeletons dance at their request.
Mortals turn shades of shocking white,
When hands of the dead wave at night!
Ned's long neck they stretch at gallows,
His Haunting cries ring out at Hallows!
E'en the bells a voice from the dead,
Calling old Billy to join his young Ned!
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