‘Twas the night of August 9th, and the one who sleeps dreams of his sins
“Why, oh why” to the lost souls, to the ones who sleep, “must you haunt me?” I cry
The rapping, rapping of the dead trapped beneath my bed, begging begging.
“Leave me be, foul beasts! Rest thy souls, and relieve me of your cry.”
The rapping continues to haunt my soul, the ones who sleep, the ones who lie.
God rid me of this guilty lullaby.
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