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1d
The demons came
Through pavement cracks
Unfinished doors
Faulty locks galore
As they crept
Boldly through the halls
They were felt unheard
Yet their singing mauls

The sleeping people
Lit a candle
To see whom it was
They saw their comfort
And danced with it
Tremendously

They are here
It is time for
Some great repentance
For our families have
Grown weak as the night
Grows cold

Surrender completely
And solely
To God
Before this outrage
Is set in stone
Written by
Cheyenne Chenoa  F
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