Behold the dark soul with all infected bones, bringing darkness to all your home's. I am he who stands upon all the mountains, making neck into geyser fountains. Sick and violent, delicate and silent. Defining your reality with two words, poisoning the birds. A maze, fufilling you with a daze. As the world seems to slip away, as night becomes day. Running for more of me, stuck in the closet so your skeletons can't see. Only after your blood is frozen stiff, as a dog notices a familiar sniff. Left right or skip ahead, no way out now your dead.
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