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BLUE MURDER BANSHEE

Burrowing worm of depression devours


Light like collapsing sun


Under its own weight the darkening hours


Encounter a man too young


Maker of me will one day monster be


Under umbrage lock and key


Resilient alienation ever thrives


Demon alcohol damn a man alive


Existing hovel habitat mind


Resolution runs red and red blackout blind


Blood splattered down cavernous stairwell


Appalling prophecy in a dream


Nightmare visitor came to foretell


Skull trauma with soul shattering scream


Head on fire, her colors return to blue


Echo in the well all becoming true


Eerily familiar flames burn the bridges right on through


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