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Demonic Slumber
Each night as I slip off into that Macabre state of slumber Unconsciousness takes hold, the Lines between the real and the Surreal twist together to form A demented freakish hell The creatures which my mind has Created dwell in the deep, hidden Recesses of that bloody mass I call A brain clawing and shredding what Is left of my sanity until I can no Longer make any kind of distinctions Many nights I lie awake and beg that My mortal flesh be taken before sleep Has its chance to lay claim to my Soul for the night There is no rest for the week or the Wicked only a slow grueling torment Of the mind and spirit It has been whispered on good authority That there is only one objective to this Pathetic game and that is to find the one Who is the most resilient Be strong, carry the weight of your Convictions, charisma has no place in This of unholy of places, our inner Demons will never show mercy G. Williams
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