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The devils claw grips your throat. Every word you’ve been taught ripped and slaughtered, stolen with your screams- Silenced He calls on hell to drag you down. Pressure pins you like a board, crushing your lifeless limbs. Mind and body fight through dimensions, breath weakened and weary. Paralyzing pain and darkness swallows you whole. A reoccurring but distant whisper seeps close, stinging your ears, Ringing and possessing. Claiming you his until sun’s birth. For there’s no rhyme or reasoning evil runs its own course no barriers or rules. The greatest force knows no form.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
Devils chokehold
The devils claw grips your throat. Every word you’ve been taught ripped and slaughtered, stolen with your screams- Silenced He calls on hell to drag you down. Pressure pins you like a board, crushing your lifeless limbs. Mind and body fight through dimensions, breath weakened and weary. Paralyzing pain and darkness swallows you whole. A reoccurring but distant whisper seeps close, stinging your ears, Ringing and possessing. Claiming you his until sun’s birth. For there’s no rhyme or reasoning evil runs its own course no barriers or rules. The greatest force knows no form.
alyson-byrne
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
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