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Midnight Madness Channeling Eyes follow remotely, necks raising hair chill the spine, in a opened chest of ice beat the heart beneath the boards bloody lair spirits channel through the electric slice a disembodied head where midnight parts shudders in the hands crawling lonely grasp stories in the throats, chocking in dark arts spell the words unsaid catching you mid-gasp the love of flesh turning in the grave the solemn, pale look at the surfers click too fresh the lands which dead eyed wonder gave acts drift off slumbers cliff, taking out the wick a network of phantoms creep on waves hidden in late night beams to haunt the slaves |
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