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Oct 2015
I'll let you in on a secret of an ancient wicked
The price would only be your silence
And the space under your bed
chuckles
The veil is near and I have no will left
The bones I have collected are yours if I am read
The Spiral is yours to command as you see fit
And the Hollow Labyrinth for your victims to go insane with
Take my place!
I long for the taste of candy and innocent pleas
For the millionth time,
**Set me free
An all evil dimensional drifter's unwavering attempt to go trick-or-treating
Kyle
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Kyle
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