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Visions from The Great In-Between

(A lone voice whispers) Did you know that demons prowl like a clan of hyenas while you sleep? They come close, creeping in from the dark shadows and sniffing for the odour of your soul. Their presence may signal that you are becoming increasingly corrupted by the insidious manipulation of society as you grow older. They seek the sweet smell of cabbage, a feast to collect, much like Bob Marley, as your soul grows weak. As you carry more and more unnecessary chains and baggage. So the question is: Will you pray to your God of choice to strengthen your soul? For when you sleep, the night dwellers come prowling, creeping in to seek you as their ultimate goal. For they look for corrupted souls who are drawn to all things wicked, linked to defilement. As they use soul metastasis to help their wickedness grow, like falling black snow. (C) Copyright John Duffy

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