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Seeking blood and bone for their unholy feed.
Weapons of fear and magic, they held fast
To ply into the living in lament.
Long forgotten, yet still found in pockets
Of remembered cants, these things of torment
Came to devour their lessers, body and soul.
Clutching for hope, we still fight devils sent,
Trying to remain strong for belief and creed.
Our vision is life holding strong – to last.
Yet, this life is short, we have to relent.
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