Hand Of The Devil: POSTHUMOUS

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Friday, November 23, 2007

POSTHUMOUS

Hogwash and porkpies Its all maggots and flies No harp strumming angels No streets of gold Oblivion! Patiently waits upon tombs The shrouding dark Theres nothing there! Theres nothing there! I posthumously declare. Sign in to see full entry.

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Refusing to take full responsibility for the word wot he wrote, Cronus advisedly divorces himself from the dark literature that is most of his prose and odes.Literature that would render him the very Master of Darkness he deifies. Fellow readers and writers what we have here is the carefully tailored works of abysmal inspiration.Here's presenting..."HAND OF THE DEVIL" Bless-ed be

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