The Falling Life By Doom

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The Night Is Dark, and the Scheme is Right, Hooking mouth like Saint Peter Pan;As the grows Full,and the world grows Cruel, Tired souls rove the dark evil Land. The Truth still at last, wondering through the air, through a Winter Crimson Breeze; and the bone in the sand, and the Flesh die away; leaving tongues only left to be freeze.





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