Midnight
the dead walk at night I close my blinds,
if they catch you looking they take your eyes;
there lovers an thiefs an passed away men ,
don't get in there way or your life is sure to end;
we all have a curfew an you gotta be home on time,
no one wants to be caught next in line for death at the strike of midnight;
heed my warning especially when no ones insight,
don't peek , don't speak an for your own safety don't go outside at the strike of midnight
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