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Demons

Dog, a man's bestfriend. Hellhounds, they are. My spirit, you cannot bend. I will not be your burning star. Chaos, wicked and sneering. The physical and the unseen world. For everything is fearing. Everything so twisted and whirled. 3am is their favorite time. Black magic, pentagrams, and their voodoo dolls. Trying to get me in prime. Living in the walls. As above, so below. In God you trust. In the lake of fire, he throw. You go back to dust. The sleep until resurrection is eternal death. They want me 6 feet under in a white gown. He who takes the human breath. Heebyjeebys, they wear their frowns upside down.

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