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The pale shadows flickered on the wall |
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Offering a refuge from |
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The dismal glance |
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The man sat at a table with his hands |
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Crossed |
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And muttered a blessing in a drunken |
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Stupor |
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The somber room reeked of oppressive |
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Piety |
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Spreading the disease of divine hypocrisy |
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In the |
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Shadows a wife and child slept |
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Weary eyes closed in a |
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Listless grief |
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A silence hovered outside in a |
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Pitch-black darkness |
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The man's delusion |
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Demons with |
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Lizard-like tongues and blackened wings |
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A curse on his |
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Beloved |
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His fearful eyes darted around the desolate |
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Room |
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And caught a shotgun hanging on the wooden |
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Wall |
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The man sat at the edge of a bed |
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And |
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Farewelled his sleeping family |
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The cold barrel pressed |
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Against their forehead |
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In a calm devotion before the blast |
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The thunder silenced into a whisper |
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And raised the |
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Smoke of lost tomorrow |
