They breathe the foul air of a corpse
They feast from their victim's torments
Their eyes lurks for death
Their tongue speaks the devil's profanity
Their feet runs for the kill
Their hands thirst for blood
And their soul feeds from fear
They are but
the sons of-
Belzeebub.
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Silence Of Flimstreet
Misteri / ThrillerEverything was fine and dandy in the lone town of Flimstreet. Yes it was, not until a dark day came - a day that brought plague to the fair place - a murder happened. It was just a murder at first when it was suddenly followed by another murder and...
