Something in our dreams.
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Dreams of They
30 May 2011
They rise
Black upon them sin
They walk
Dripping rot within
Do we understand
The deep dark demand
Of our lost wasteland
Coming for our hand
They seek
Stealing all delight
They strike
From within recite
Walking through our dreams
Hiding from moonbeams
Sickening our streams
Within making screams
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