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Jun 2015
Demonic voices calling out to me,
A dream they so secretly whisper.

The plan to take over,
To make the angels fall from heaven.

Can't silence the wicked,
****** to purgatory.

Casting out all hope,
Picking up the blade.

Wearing black today,
Gripping humanity.

Slipping...

Covered in blood...
Of those I loved...
Of the innocent...

Can't bring them back...
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   LB Parker
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