Shadow Asylum
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Last published Tue, Dec 10, 2013
When the shadow men come out to play,
The little children hide away,
For of the dark they are afraid,
And with their minds they wish to stay...
Derived from my own (not-so) secret insanity. Do we not all live in a world of sinful madness?
-Sin
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