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Mar 15
I can’t unsee
The glass pipes
The creatures crawling
And creeping that night.
The screams or the violence
A crystal rock glimpse
In to that life the lost kind
Demons at playtime.
The clocks on the walls
Don’t tell time
The sun and the moon
Always aligned conjoining entities
Can’t tell the difference
Between the night or the daylight
Conjuring up curses
As the crystal ball turns
Smoke swirls Irresistible Urges
reminding all the sinners
All the masses
Of the souls lost and tortured
Can’t see a future in a dark room
Can’t make crucial conversion
in a cracked house
Cluttered with corruption
and cast away corpses
When your soul is captured
Controlled by the creatures
Always lurking and lying
Turn life in to the lifeless
Saints chained as slaves Shackled
to the sinister king satan
We’ll know as the master mind
Behind the existence
Of this crystal Infestation
Written by
JustHayy  25/F
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