Dawning To Death
We need to be careful
We need to be watchful
The way they look
The way they behave
That quirky smile
That signs and signals
That anger and hatred
That hints and cracks
Their Evil Ego
Their underlings and false pretenses could be the dawnings of death.
Note. Body language is the index of mind.
Lesson. Underworld is the world of demons.
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