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The Unspeakable Deed


There was no other way out I could see No other way to do the unspeakable deed I had to set the demon free, All it did was scream at me. Nobody suspected the demon would win Until everything took a terrible spin He was 0-3, but still, he had a wicked grin, He knew that there would be no kin. His victory brought out a smile All I could do was stare for awhile I watched as time went by in a vile As he kept out that wicked smile. I took the pills They made me ill As he watched my blood spill The darkness continued to fill I stared at the face of death He mumbled under his breath Wishing me for certain death A surprise for him when I took a breath. I sat up with a burst of strength Then got up to my full length. I felt as though he was making me walk the plank As I got up I backed away and slank. It was over, I had won He could no long say he was "the one."
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savigirl14
<p>deep</p>

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