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Apr 2016
Curse those shadows, the beasts within
Their ****** hands grasp my skin

Reach for my neck, to plunge inside
Why won't they leave me alone?
There is nowhere to hide

The laughter I hear inside my head
Their thoughts pounding me stone dead

Beads of sweat drip down my face
The slaves of mercy know no trace

I bury myself in a man made tomb
Wanting to escape this terrible doom

The fate that awaits us all
The beasts are waiting silently
Ready for your fall
S Greenwood
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S Greenwood  Great Britian
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