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19. Will the Dead awaken?

There was a crash
a deafening peal
The sight became red,
crimsom, the color of raw fresh,
as the red rain left the streets abandoned.

A primal wail was heard,
longing for the sign of life
in the dead bodies 
floating on the ground.

The shattered tears stain 
their blood-filled faces,
twisted in a wicked grin.

And they'll pray to God
that the dead will wake up.

That We, the Lifeless, open our eyes.

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