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Darkness is the Ally

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That creepy crawly thought brought the plot, voices
See, the sword is hot, orange, forged from rotted corpses
Pure evil, swing and summon things beyond the summit
Red walls bleed all trapped, changed courses
Forced blade, papier-Mache split torso
Four walls become two three walled rooms
Catching fire, burning more so to the roof
Blown out windows, asphyxiation
Truth, last thought, atheist’s hesitation
Black cloud like spirit pivots out
Twisted grin, shouting laugh, eyes caved in
Twitching flesh on the human reject
Convulsing presentation
The corrupt gets stronger
Breathing longer the fumes of the burning room
Cold rush smashes the char to ashes
And the black cloud life resumes