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Mar 2020
The fear of death a bliss
I never thought I’d miss
Before he, came to visit.

The crackling of his lungs
A horror ballad sung
When he, came to visit

Scratches on the wall
Blood marks ungodly tall
After he, came to visit

Evasive, never found
Hear that? There’s someone round
Now he, has come to visit
Written by
Danny
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