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body shivers and aches in tune with the rhapsody of dire straights
the thought runs cold. the crystalised slivers creep and harden as they rise
the hairs on my neck tingle with pin pricks of icy dread.
the heart struggles to pound with the gluggy cold corpusles
the thumping grows more desperate and heavy
this is the power of fear. this is the power of dread that
can command you sell your soul and meekly let it be so.
this is the torment this is the pain that given the chance
you would never again! how easily the wicked slips in
under your skin and hopes slithering with idle cruelty
your rue, my lament, our regret the devil's entertainment...