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Jan 2012
The demons keep chanting.
Drawing you to them,
Closer with every song.
Their magnetic pull is too strong for you.
Before long
They'll consume you
And we'll laugh at your misfortune.
Like the soulless creatures humans are.
Opinions would be appreciated.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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