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Dec 13, 2009
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THE UNHOLY
THE UNHOLY In a room dank and dark
At the top of the stairs
There was an entity
Unholy
Waiting
Threatening this house
And all that live
Here.
Paralyzed by terror and fear
My limbs grew weak
My heart cold
There was no fire
In my immortal soul
Any longerSuddenly
The madness of anger
Took me
A Dyonisian delight in irrationality
That knows no limits
No bounds to its insanity
As I rushed in to see
The Unholy that was after me
And then....I...
Beat the living shit
Out of it!
— Geremia, Dec 13, 2009
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