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[title] => the demon's song
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[bodytext] => I play a song that learned one day A song of death, a song of pain As people come and go pass by me Never to return again in this city As children cry, and adults die They no nothing as the years pass by The song that’s played spread around Killing and eating everything in its path Holes open and demons come out To rule the world, as they say For the people have listened to the demon’s song [comments] => 3 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => the_fallen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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