In a place where the dead lay.
In a place where ravens’ play.
It is the mourning site for many.
But not for I, No. Not for I.
In this place where the dead lay and the ravens’ play.
See me wander, see me stray.
Towards the fog surrounded tombstones’.
Near a crypt, in this place, where the ravens’ play.
I begin to dance.
For I need not a tune!
Now the dead will rise, to the sound of dancing feet.
As they rise the ravens’ laugh, for the dead no longer lay.
Now the dead have come to play!
Medicinal Methamphetamine Community Member 
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