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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Viscous Fangs That Bite Satan has demonic forces doing his bidding as I drift to sleep I'm not kidding I go to a world with caverns filled straight from the river of erotic death in Hell there is creatures sporting viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side with eyes filled with holes sulfur of deep erotic premonition taunts my soul Dark embedded structures with remnants of flames this place is for the mentally insane in the membrane no drink of water to ever quench my thirst fire breathing dragons with evil intentions as I roam this wretched place of desolation I pant for a serious question like is this my fate ? Do some soul searching & this is what I come up with There are two paths you can go by but in the long run There's still time to change the road your on That's why I pray everyday so I won't go to this place of the dead Silence of a memory that taunts my intentions Vast darkened caverns with demons I must flee It's a reason to believe in a real savior to save me from danger Satan laughing spreads his wings in this world of sin Now I have a true purpose now I know where to begin I have come to close not to turn back now No use looking back when your hand is on the plow Caged barbaric remnants I will see no more As I gaze in the vast display of heaven's shore For faith is the substance of things unseen There can be no use for me living in a land of mean
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