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by Witch

Darkness rolls across the ground
Hiding in the shadows
Looking for a troubled soul
That he can wrap around

The air stood still
The wind was gone
Not a sound was heard
For he needs to do his will

Hoping they are weaker
He rises froom the depths
Another poor innocent guy
Taken by the Grim Reaper

© Witch 2011


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