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Twist the bones and bend the back Curve the toes and hear them crack Stretch the nose and sharpen eye Raise the arms towards the sky
Hollow marrow deep inside Cries that echo those who've died Sprouting feather, gaping maw Cruelness delt of sharpest claw
Eyes that seek the shadows deep Stolen dreams by those who sleep Seeking depth of endless flight Death betoken silent flight
Something other dweleth here To raise the hairs and spread our fear To shrivle heart of man and beast To make of flesh this midnig
Im Leaving Devart
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"some people feel the rain, others just get wet." -bob dylan
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Too close for missiles, I'm switching to guns.
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