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Apr 2015
This is the reason
we haven't changed seasons
we're feeling the wrath of
the raging demon
he goes from country to country
region to region
changing the weather,
from Sun to snow
from warmth to cold
I don't know what will
cure his ill
but I do know
we aren't of the same ilk
I tried to reason
with this insatiable demon
he said when mankind learns
to restore what he has burned
then he will take leave of us
until then, he'll tease and torture
until we bust
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
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