I see things I see dead people they hang yet sing a short tune like bird chirping the fog is coming the fog is coming I see things you don't I see them they hang they swing they dance they since they sing a vengeful' tune that dances n the dead of spring the fog is coming the fog is coming they cry as crystals rejuvenate them as something fed off of them they start to fade and drift as I hear there distorted voice one hangs by the head one hung by its spine multiple bodies I see dead gloom ridden losses Death death death the spirits are vengful will you help them cross back over? they want theyre moms they were kidnapped and killed many all of them as they hang and swing side to side just as chimes dwiddle side to side as a song sings as a bird the spirits drift deeper into despair they drop they all drop from hanging as they struggle getting pulled dinto a pit of despair their soulless bodys dragged into a abyss with gloomy eyes yet hidden with vengeance the fog has.. arrived

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fix my grammer

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I see things. I see dead people. They hang yet sing a short tune like birds chirping. The fog is coming, the fog is coming. I see things you don't. I see them hanging, swinging, dancing, singing a vengeful tune that dances in the dead of spring. The fog is coming, the fog is coming. They cry as crystals rejuvenate them, as something feeds off of them. They start to fade and drift, and I hear their distorted voices. One hangs by the head, another by its spine. Multiple bodies, I see dead, gloom-ridden losses. Death, death, death. The spirits are vengeful. Will you help them cross back over? They want their moms. They were kidnapped and killed, many of them. They hang and swing side to side, just as chimes twiddle. Side to side, like a song sang by a bird. The spirits drift deeper into despair. They drop, they all drop from hanging, as they struggle getting pulled into a pit of despair. Their soulless bodies dragged into an abyss with gloomy eyes, yet hidden with vengeance. The fog has arrived.