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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone of silence in the outer space. As you sit in the middle of the world alone; free yourself from the sense of hopelessness, only see yourself in the mirror of deception as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you, and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you. Hounds from Hell take your soul, chock you, cut of your air, the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash. Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul, go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation, Alone, listening to your soul die away, watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand, picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time. Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess that you left behind. You are gone, without a trace of ever returning. Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from comfort and warmth, till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out and you look at it all spill out over the floor. The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you, and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly. Fear darkens souls, innocent souls burn with a new day, a slumber that has no end with nightmares haunting every light of hope there is left in this desolate Wasteland. Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe and we all go to hell to see the Hounds, who come for us all. The graveyards fill, and death guards the tombstones of the dead, and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead. -10/14/2013-
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