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The weather witch, lay dead in a ditch,
they cry of a head, crawled under the dead,
a wish for wings, lead to bad dreams,
one million eyes can be seen, the clockwork of space, all over the place, destruction of this lead to a miss.
The prison cell rings of these little things, overnight a change occurd, one person heard from deep in the shadows this will happen...
As the hand raised, a yelling of haze as the leaves passed over and left a gaze of a dark man stood hiding in his hood. The knife went down, stuck in the ground, pulled from the mist came up with a wrist, the bones came out of a pit with shatterd glass stuck in the past. A gashing of an organ, blew the fallen into a castle of despair one true man the devil to be dared.

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Simon Willis



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