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A frail hemophiliac whose hearse was his chariot/
Whose wicked thoughts drove his mind delirious/
Haunted by spirits of both fear and death/
Voices forced him into the role of necrophiliac
He worked part-time in the morgue from twelve to four/
Toe tagging slabs in his human abattoire/
Engaged in embalming and other chores/
A raven perched on his shoulder quoting "Nevermore."
One night a body came into the room strapped to a gurney/
A girl who filled him with both passion and yearning/
He remembered her from high school, Angela Kearney/
She wrote poems filled with immaculate wording/
But she had squandered her life in the blink of an eye/
Lost in a spiral of depression and needing to die/
Rigamortis sets in, she's the queen of his night/
He proceeds to kiss from her cheeks to her thighs/
Now he's racked with guilt and his conscience is stricken/
And knows he'll never be forgive for what he's doing to women/
But unfortunately Angela was just the beginning/
Praying to God to relieve him from sinning
Close to hell, far from heaven, lost to church, lost to the reverend/
He prayed for penance, lifelong sentence, but the devil's relentless/
Then one night, the lord responds to his imprecations/
The undertaker came back early from a summer vacation/
Discovers our hero, lost in love, mid-copulation/
Making love to the remains of a girl name Tracy Peyton
The undertaker reaches for a scalpel, cuts the boy & cuts him harder
"What did you do that for? Don't you know that's someone's daughter?"
They struggle for the knife, the room turns to a slaughter.
The undertaker finally plunges the knife, revenge for the father.
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Re: The Morgue
Very interesting. You had some vocab goin here. I would work on your flow. Its a bit choppy, it may have just taken a back seat to the story in this one. You can deffo paint a picture and tell a pretty dope story... tho a bit creepy at times it was worth the read. I say keep it up good sir.
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Re: The Morgue
Thanks, man. Appreciate the feed.
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