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The Damned


Inhale deep,

with closed eyes.

The sky darkens,

the breeze dies.

The land buns,

becoming dust.

Buildings fall,

covered with rust.

Falling now,

into the deep.

The voices lure,

the beings creep.

Down here creatures

cold and still,

listen an wait,

for the next  kill.

Living, suffering,

an eternal fate.

Filled with nothing,

but burning hate.

Roaming earth,

an empty shell.

With a soul locked,

in the pits of hell.

 

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