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Crash Test
Such a virus has apperead all through the skin,
Such an infection of celebration is taking place,
In and out, the blood begins to sing.
Running through the forest, screams are being heared.
All through the forest a hidden force is keeping close to the shadows.
Plotting, watching, thirsting for one slip and than it can feast.
There is a rash crawling from these trees;
it is creeping...
I sense the presence of a sleeping mind.
THINKING!!!!!
Fin.
