Nitro Von Borax
Poetry for visitation:
"The seance was held on a Midnight,
The Moon was occluded by clouds,
The room lit a little by pale light
Which glowed from the Medium's shroud
As she called up the Revenant's figure
And he hovered there, spectral and grim,
And the eyes of the watchers grew bigger
As they stuttered out questions for him:
"What awaits once we're no longer living?"
"Are Demons in lingerie cute?"
"Are the Gods really mean, or forgiving?"
"Where did my late Wife hide my flute?"
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