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May 2016
Demons have my lot
How wrong can it be?
My tortured soul casted out
Down into the pit of hell
Will you find my heart
Blackest as blackest can be
Death I summon with a voice
The howling of the cold winds
Marks a pathway into the abyss
And there I shall reign forever
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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