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The Damned

There, hiding in the corner.
Slithering creatures and foul beings.
You see them?

They slither, they crawl,
They work their way into your dreams,
And your nightmares.

Do you see them still?
They want to haunt you,
And that's the only reason you are still alive.

Are they demons, you ask?
Are they beasts?
What sort of monstrosity is this?

I laugh at you for your ignorance.
These are not monsters, nor demons, nor beasts.
These are the damned.

The End

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