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The darkness is a tangable evil
swallowing my mind and body alike, loosing me in its velvety enfolds regardless of who or what i am. Monsters go bump in the night but not the demons of fairy tales, these are the real ones made more monstrous by their own choice. Down dark allys they prowl images glimpsed in the pistol smoke, the innocent praying on their knees silouetted by the street light. A ray of hope can chase these away as the sun battles the night to win at last to shed glroious light over the land but the darkness will come again.
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