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Corruptive Black

The sound of blades slicing through skin
Of crimson blood in the dark of night
Shining eyes peering from the shadows
And horror screams coming from the gallows
Do not let guard down in this world of nightmares
Get too comfortable and you will see
Just how corruptive blackness can be
When you are alone and without a friend



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