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A tall figure hidden behind a mask,
Led you through the dead,
As through a wedding celebration.
You heard many voices,
But no lips moved.
You strained to breathe,
But your chest didnt move.
The tall figure spoke with each body he passed,
Laughing and joking,
As if they were alive,
But nevertheless,
They made no reply.
You try and cry out,
But without breath,
Your tongue fluttered in vain.