Huddled in the cellar
Fear caught in their eyes
Daring not to move or breathe
As the creature cries
Fingernails start scratching
On the outside wall
Clawing at the windows
Come to me it calls
Atmospheres electric
As it now descend the stairs
Hiding in the darkness
Is so futile from its glare
Death comes in an instant
As they hoped it would
Souls ascend to heaven
While it feasts on flesh and blood!
Priest rules.










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As Samus Aran would say "............"
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The good that men do is oft interred with their bones, but the EVIL that men do lives on.
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If the eyes are the window to our soul then why does it hurt when I spray it with Windex? - Colbert
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The good that men do is oft interred with their bones, but the EVIL that men do lives on.
I really want to go back and take more pictures. Last time I was kinda shy, and I definitely want to get more in depth.
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- Aimee S.
Designer, Writer, Illustrator
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The good that men do is oft interred with their bones, but the EVIL that men do lives on.
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