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Feb 2011
The dark is thick
and black
and cold
Most just think the light is gone
but something has taken its place, I fear
it moves
it breathes
it has a plan
when we dont believe
it gets closer to its goal
always waiting
always watching
always there
It comes to get us one by one
until finally only the dead remain
Written by
The mad hatter
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