toe tag:
Tag on the toe. Dead? No! Zombie in the flesh. Trying his best to sing a song. Blue eyes under a full moon. Black hair and bloody hands. Here stands the man who brought me back with a master plan. Black sand within the hourglass, time slips when these clocks start melting and this heart cracks.
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