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The devil sits at its zenith Hell’s warmth embracing a bead of sweat escapes both the man and the beast locked and circling waiting waiting waiting until one leaves alive both man and beast want to show their bravado one charges one waves and dodges both smell death’s breath a crimson river starts to flow and the dance is repeated until one sits on Charon's boat or is pulled by death’s horses but in this dance both have tripped and fallen death is overjoyed in the afternoon
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
Death in the Afternoon
The devil sits at its zenith Hell’s warmth embracing a bead of sweat escapes both the man and the beast locked and circling waiting waiting waiting until one leaves alive both man and beast want to show their bravado one charges one waves and dodges both smell death’s breath a crimson river starts to flow and the dance is repeated until one sits on Charon's boat or is pulled by death’s horses but in this dance both have tripped and fallen death is overjoyed in the afternoon
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
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