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A Life at Stake
Fingers grasping deltoid Twisting back to avoid Lips grazing across my vein I drive the stake, he is slain Bloodied hands, I can see Only to return, my enemy Tonight might be the night I may get it right In blood and gore I rid you, forevermore Fear returns with the moon I must find and destroy you soon Many times we have fought Death, this morn has brought 10/04
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