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Within
14 May, 2002
Author: Sax

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We're drawn to the home of 1,000 spirits,
there aint no real heros here.

She holds me tight,
a psychic fright.

Cones of power within the street,
firey circles raise the energy.

The Demon within me is once again set free,
I can feel the bliss of looking at death in the face

Do we have something to hide?

Midnight walks among the dead,
a music box tune surrounds us all,
evil spirits lung at us,
intent on the unkown.

Is it here that I belong?

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