Church pew

it stands beneath the lamp-post light

gnashing teeth ambiguous night

waiting for a bus of ghosts

it pulls up he’s the host

filled with beings painfully green

oozing puss dire and mean

all sitting dressed in capes

no hiding no escape

they love darkness like ghouls do

thou must repent in church to save their souls

and pray in rows of wooden church pews.

 

 

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