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Evil Things


My mind is not in this place. Dark shadows form around me. Demons and angels, they're not the same. One is threatening and one is sane.

There is a passion in these things , because they are all here to entertain. Things good and things bad, is this real or is this fake? Am I just seeing things, and is there something I can take?

I'm clinging to the unknown. I want to understnd. There was a crime at one time, when I didn't know when I could stand or who I am. These things are coming back to me, but for what, I can not understand. The unimaginable can happen, even in this sinful land.

 
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