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Mar 2015
Ashes and fire his wildest dreams
A nightmarish complexity you will always see
Heaven has fallen and hell has been raised
For this demon destroyed our heavenly gates
All is over the fire consumed
Ashes to ashes fell the world's last few

His eyes are cold and black as night
His heart like stone unbreakable and dead
The blood in his veins is black
Just like the heart of those who called him back
A dead man alive
And never destined to meet his tortuous end

He lays down in bed sleeping peacefully
Not worrying about the demons under his bed
Because the are inside the dead man instead

A demon king no love to behold
At least that's the story the darkness told
Ashling Mantel
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