Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Family broken by death
All turned to dust
Wind blown by a black curse
Books signed, kind words written
Silk covering, tear-stained faces
Strange signs scratched on church door
There’s a hunger in the air
New souls are needed
A rusty truck
Speeds away from the church
Mourners are left wondering
Who will be next…?

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