look at your dummy faces in mocking shards of haunted mirror brain-dead vampires stuffed with blood-sucking dentures fen-fire behind the drape of dark grim lull amidst grisly terror babydreams, alas, abruptly killed at the funfair of stenchy past and spoiled presence earsplitting noise of bane knocks on unguarded doors in your disneyland panopticon shall the Brave rise again? hold your breath for the last roar
Farce of Doom
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