His eyes they
Become a red hot fireplace
His heart chants
A war song
Evil produces
A demon that
Has no sense of humor
A throat deep with darkness
Barks anger
Just like a dead dog
An awful sound emerges
Women weeping
Babies crying
Old men too weak to walk
Just hobble
Very uncomfortable
Another rainy morning!
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