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Comments about Leslie Collins
Dwelling inside the forsaken abyss
hangs a beautifully vile display
A marionette of the black and macabre
strung bleeding above the decay
What manner of mind bore this sick machination
this idle of torn human skin
The others unseen speak the words of the empty
They cry out for sacrifice tainted with sin
In the darkness locked away
He'll never see the light of day
Cursed to watch the hethen play
Unseen but not alone
Sadistic demoralization of his mind birthed an unnatural molevolence,
depraved, debased, iconoclastic nightmares shape ...