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Frank
It's alive shaking fists at god
ride the lightning theres life in storms
the twisted odd creator of the born
embrace the swarming energy
they fill your cells with life
a torch and pitchfork
the tools of deluded fools
they seek my sons destruction
the ghoulish Frank
lumbers at work in dark fields
he dreams of days denied to him
the slumbering leviathan
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Casey Williamson
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