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Denomic Disappearance
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September 2006 Hidden beneath the ashes
Of a surface that was once so tough
Hanging from the edges that were so rough
Admist the air a whisper appeared
Wondering how much they all could hear
He spoke louder and louder
Till suspicions occured
And in his speech that was slurred
A sin was heard
He was a denomic soul
In a ghostly form
Around him all his prophets swarmed
A gun shot, a knife thrown
And everyone shrieked
Screams out in frear
The lights dimmed
And everyone dissapeared
