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Dec 2014
demons, they chase us,
demons, they race us,
the fear in our eyes,
we dont realize,
crushes us like were in a vice,
from our own departing souls,
emerge many screaming ghouls,
"we need help" they cry,
while they scream into your eye,
"you will die",
they pry and pry,
at our failures,
until they realize the days yours.
Johnathan Eric Banks
Written by
Johnathan Eric Banks  Casper WY
(Casper WY)   
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