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In rank darkness an entity from below at 3 am reaches for me Never flinching, that black winged one swirls fierce red eyes my way Crouching hell bent on first procuring flesh and subsequently my soul Unleashing the inner grimoire to truly seek its unquenchable devices Believe that its coerced intentions drains its victims weak Usually triumph rains phasing captured one's soul from *** to death Slipping undauntedly away failed Incubus next time will better walay
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
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In rank darkness an entity from below at 3 am reaches for me Never flinching, that black winged one swirls fierce red eyes my way Crouching hell bent on first procuring flesh and subsequently my soul Unleashing the inner grimoire to truly seek its unquenchable devices Believe that its coerced intentions drains its victims weak Usually triumph rains phasing captured one's soul from *** to death Slipping undauntedly away failed Incubus next time will better walay
john-p-green
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
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