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[aid] => mick
[title] => No Final Request
[time] => 2014-01-08 14:15:29
[hometext] => The Prince of Darkness has returned...
[bodytext] => Upon my grave they shall have a masquerade,
Behind the masks, demons from my past,
Dance the dance of death, sealed within a casket gasping for breath,
Air runs thin, claustrophobia sets in,
Screaming at the top of my lungs, heart pounds like a drum,
Sweating from the heat, I can hear the casket creek,
Clawing at the roof, with the inability to move,
My fingers bleed, unable to break free,
Surcome to my fate, sealed within the this wooden crate,
My body has grown weak; death will be accepting me,
Take a final breath, my life passes, no final request,
The smell of decay, as my flesh withers away....
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[informant] => kane
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