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In the midnight run shadows show face in the dark

thoughts that cloud shadows' mind-

They become animals roaming the dark streets of 

decadence, perversion; ungodly sins...

In between shadows lurk the spirits of evil men

and unholy women, selling their souls for tricks

and cheap fixes-

You here the screams of the raped, beaten in the

streets; shadows mind their own business; every

night blood spills upon shadows feet-

Shadows mingle and dance in the dark gardens of

cemeteries, singing songs of malice with the wicked

minds that join them-

Discreetly blending with shadows on the walls....

murmuring, whisperng in tongues; laughing at the

victims the night has claimed-

As the rise of dusk nears all the shadows come out

of the dark walls and halls; if you focus your sight at

the darkness that surrounds, you will see a glimpse

of a shadow's metamorph to a human being walking

into the light as if they belong-

Fooling other's; fooling themselves....Animals!!