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Visit of the Old Ones
I opened the window,
Let Them come inside...
I opened the curtains,
And waited for Their might.
Then I crawled in my bed,
And in wind They came.
Huge, enormous and slimy,
I thought I went insane.
It hurted like hell,
My soul I did sell.
Many times before,
I let Them touch me more.
I was in the asylum,
Locked away in a cell.
But even there,
I tried to create hell!
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Visit of the Old Ones
Visit of the Old Ones