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Demons of The Night It is early morning. The break of dawn. Rain is gently falling. Natures’ teardrops cascade slowly to the earth below, as the leaves from a majestic Oak shield me. I shiver and tremble from the dark, stark, immense terror of each passing night. That’s when the demons are prowling... In the darkest hours, right before daylight. Searching for souls to claim, by name, to tame. So I travel in shadows, hoping to escape them. But I cannot hide. I’ve tried. My demons are on the inside...When I close my eyes and sleep. |
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