The Cursed Poem

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The last light is off,
The bed, it creaks,
As the demon comes out from under,
The child, he shrieks,
The child reaches for the bat,
But the demon won't let him get that.

The demon devours,
Till he fulfill its deeds,
The child, he bleeds,
And the pain.......he deals.

After reading this it will visit you.... scroll down........
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