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Shrill echoes from the crypt reverberate
across the haunted plain, as ghouls debate the plot in Satan’s script, with dark disdain for those desiring that they would refrain from such tumultuous displays of hate. The ghastly scene will soon precipitate much more than common folks can tolerate, while that sound wave of misery and pain still echoes from the crypt. Miasmic vapors billow forth in spate as ancient blasphemies predominate, until the mausolean hate campaign explodes beyond the gates of their terrain, and mankind’s cries for mercy will create shrill echoes from the crypt. ************************************************************************** http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/rondeau.html
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