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Traveler May 2018
Hell hounds
The buying of souls
I once met the Devil
Down at the cross roads
Deals were struck
In poetic prose
I rhymed myself
In to Hell's hold

And now whips of flames
Await my last breath
Mere songs and word
The demons all laugh
Eternal flesh laid to waste
Beware
The Devil wears
   A friendly face...
Traveler Tim

Actually I'm atheist!

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