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Saturday, March 14, 2009

here comes a candle to light you to bed,
here comes a chopper to chop of your head,
chip chop chip chop - the last man's dead.
walk along the corridor,
armor's metal twist and crack.
eyes from portraits peek and blink.
around the table rumbles stomachs,
upon served with dinner lips crazily smack.
now, for the long awaited dinner,
whose head shall i have?

1:33 PM