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The Pendulum
Abyss of myself,
black holes of nothingness
bottomless pits of demons
endless nights of terror,
monstrosities lurk beyond
pendulums of clocks
Swinging back and forth
hours of wasted time
trolls under the bridge
waiting for their fodder
consumption of the soul
black hearts with nothing better to do
devouring themselves in their idleness,
Burnt to crisps in their furnace
agonizing unable to die.
The Stuff of Revivals
s'been a while since I heard a hell fire and brimstone sermon. Hallelujah! - slc
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