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Thursday, September 06, 2007

christened the prince of darkness
fallen below our feet

in the absence of light shall he rise
from dusk till dawn shall he rue

he walks the streets amongst our dead
more in heart than in shape

rue his whisper
for shall it turn your dreams true

tempt the gentle voice does
fall the weak mind will

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