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in the deepest of darkest night, i rise to face that nightmare of old. for generations it has tormented souls, and left the strong of heart in tears. i fear, i sweat terror but i have known worse, and lived. i smell the vile stink of it, i hear it all the day, i have seen nothing but this nightmare for nigh on twenty years. so tonight, tonight, oh glorious night, i rise to face this vision, this monstrosity that has plagued my very soul. this all consuming demon that rakes my mind, and leaves me broken on the floor, this night, it shall know fear, it shall taste its on bile, and choke upon its cruelty. it shall haunt me no more, and though i may never wake again, this hallowed night i shall have lived, and nothing shall rule me again.