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| Hell on Hallowed Ground |
It was a dark and stormy night...the moon was in full stance....
Creeping carefully, my heart pounding in my chest...
And from the cold stillness eldritch moans and blasphemous cries spilled out into the air....
and an odor so vile my eyes filled with tears...
"ohhhhh the abomination" I held my ears, rocking back and forth .....
But the screams penetrated past my hands and deep into the abyss of my soul.....
I closed my eyes; I could not look at the sight standing before me....
He was living dead, grey...tattered....thirsty for life...but unable to grasp it....
His rotting face was oozing from 50 pustules; one for each life he had ripped from the living and pulled into his darkness.....
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I screamed.........and woke in sweat soaked sheets...tis only a dream...tis only a dream.............
but that smell....it hung in the air like a thick smog...
My imagination? or is the dream not a dream at all?
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Posted by debbiestrange on 2009-10-31 15:18:46 | Rating: | Views: 26
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