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Jan 2014
It's cold and dark, I cannot see
what future may befall me.
This icy malice grows forever
Inside my soul.
**** me now.

                                                   A hearkened blade draws blood so dark
                                                   that Satan himself seeks a matriarch.
                                                   For his evil bidding need be done
                                                   Inside my soul.
                                                   **** me now.
                                                                                                                     Locked inside, I'm bound by chain.
                                                                                                                     Hope, desire and pride were slain
                                                                                                                     All that's left is an empty shell.
                                                                                                                     Without a soul.
                                                                                                                     ***** me now.
Andrew T Hannah
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Andrew T Hannah  Brampton, Ontario, Canada
(Brampton, Ontario, Canada)   
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