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Dec 2012
The fuzzy sound of night,
Emits from my window pane

The creature of the dark,
Who was thought to be slain

Has come to creep again

Here he comes, here he lurks

Between our houses,
Between our nooks

Through our minds,
And through our souls

He changes whats inside you,
And turns you dead and cold

Don’t let his darkness grab a hold
Because once he has you

He will never let go

Those thoughts will **** you,
Don’t ya know

So hold on to someone
And never let go

He creeps, he crawls
Four legs, sprawled

He’s slow, he’s quick
He’ll get you in a jiff

Don’t turn your back
Then we’ll hear the crack

And know that you have given in
To the creature within
Archetypes Anonymous
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