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"Doors unlocked and windows open; stirs the beast, it's wrath awoken. "

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Gods above and devils below, Kings on thrones and beasts that burrow; all listen for the silver bell's chime, for its haunting song heralds a dreadful time.

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I hated the incessant crying that echoed throughout my home.

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Small and weak, his foes were slain, their pitiful screams were all in vain.

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Born a wretch in perpetual pain, locked 'neath the earth and bound in chains, the Pauper King awaits his throne, built of filth and blood and bone.

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The young girl smiled at me as her father pushed her on the swing.

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Every night when I go to sleep, the sound of termites chewing keeps me awake.

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The thin man's grin stretched across his leathery face as he knock, knock, knocked upon the oaken door.

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The widow sings a mournful song, of hope and love turned oh so wrong.

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Close your eyes and count to ten and pray to God you'll wake again.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
"Doors unlocked and windows open; stirs the beast, it's wrath awoken. "	2760
Gods above and devils below, Kings on thrones and beasts that burrow; all listen for the silver bell's chime, for its haunting song heralds a dreadful time.	51
I hated the incessant crying that echoed throughout my home.	43
Small and weak, his foes were slain, their pitiful screams were all in vain.	39
Born a wretch in perpetual pain, locked 'neath the earth and bound in chains, the Pauper King awaits his throne, built of filth and blood and bone.	35
The young girl smiled at me as her father pushed her on the swing.	34
Every night when I go to sleep, the sound of termites chewing keeps me awake.	14
The thin man's grin stretched across his leathery face as he knock, knock, knocked upon the oaken door.	13
The widow sings a mournful song, of hope and love turned oh so wrong.	13
Close your eyes and count to ten and pray to God you'll wake again.	12