The Invisible Undertaker
No one knows that he exists
Except the children of Darkness
The shadow of the invisible
Weighs a thousand tons
But when the shape becomes defined
Silence inevitably screams
And the Undertaker whispers
In the ears, of the children of the scars
He drags them to and fro
Follows them wherever they go
They, haunted by death
Some are strong, some go on
And some succumb to Darkness
Some follow as minions,
Others as mindless zombies,
Obeying echoed commands
Some build walls
Which do not fall
But all invisibly scarred
But in the end,
Before death comes,
In ways, they succumb,
And then they die
Before their ends
"If you don't have anything nice to say..."
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