This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the Styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
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ToeJam - Doc Seward
AngeloftheNorth - vanilla town
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Are dead.
Hey, um, so… Life happens you know. And so we are running behind. Mea Culpa x3.
Two are dead from town so you get to lynch two! Don’t ask me the lynch threshold though, I was never good at math. Mahaloth will be along shortly to post that and a countdown clock.
The opening color text was blatantly plagiarized likely beyond fair use. (life, you know. No time for creativity only vaguely related poetry) If you can tell me the name of the song that was playing on the radio and what the author thought about it you can get a vote count ad for free.
Love and Mafia
NAF