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'i feel undead, voices in my head explain, it seems as though i've gone insane, strange thoughts swim through my brain, i think i'll make breakfast, then break free from the chains that no one else can see, unrestrained and untrained for the new thing unleashed in my brain, nothing i can do to change this cryptic flow, i don't know where in Hell i have to go, ander aimlessly, commiting evil acts shamelessly, hoping that somehow order will rein, i most break from this pain, knives stab into my veins, needle sharp, slicing into my flesh, drawn ragged is each breath, a slow torturous death at the hand of my mind, it all occurs in my head, wake up that morning, God of the Undead.' rex Clay Micheal Dayringer 12/ 7/ 05