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I rise from the swamp
Mud flow in my veins
I carry the cry
Of oblivion

I feel the agony
Of thousands dead souls
I carry the scream
Of pain and rage

I smell the rot
I sense the fear
I carry the revenge
Of raped one

I fed the forsaken
With my own flesh
I carry the growl
Of resurrected beast

I buried newborns
Covered of tears
I carry the bloodthirsty
Of the bleeding mother

I fought with my brothers
Impaled by gods
I carry the solitude
Of the last opponent

I saw beating hearts
Fall to ashes from my hand
I carry the death
Of the betrayed

I'm the blackest flame
Of the blackest night
I'm the blackest keeper
Of the blackest black
Written by TheSixthUndead
Author's Note
The undead come back from his grave
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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