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Jan 2016
Living in the moment
Raises the heartsick soul to converse
With the social enemy of death,
The corrosive, liquid, and curved
Enzyme that is your body makes the
Flaming devils flesh crawl and creep.
Amnesia hits the beast like a mighty
Iron axe to the head, you approach the
Gurgling monstrosity that lay on the floor,
You approach with a weary eye, fear and
Courage all at once. All of the
Candles around the large round podium go out at
Once, once the devil had died. You had just
killed the Anti-Christ! Bodies of reaped
Souls cradle the dead flesh and shriek
And scream in agony for their rulers death.
You stand before them and let out a
Potent, barbaric, yawlp. The demons spawn
Settle and release their final screeches,
You...have...brought...down...HELL!!!
Written by
Monica Kendall  F/Battle Ground, Washington
(F/Battle Ground, Washington)   
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