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Nov 2016
I bump in the night
I creak in the door
I drip in the pipe
I lurk in the floor
Buried
And beating
And drumming of war
My legions will echo
The pulse you ignoreΒ Β 
In your blood
In your veins
I'm a plague you can't cure
So check in your closet
Open each drawer
Look under the bed
I'm not there anymore

You can turn on the light
Then slam shut the door
Fix the drain pipe
And claw at the floor
Buried
And beating
I still drum of war
I still know what you did
I still sing of the gore
In your head
In your mind
As you rot to the core
I will conquer your soul
From your heart I will pour
I will spill from your guts
You are mine evermore
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  25/M/New York
(25/M/New York)   
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