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I can see the Demons inside the Picture

When I was a child, I used to go to sleep, in the darkness.

And I would wake up, in the middle of the night.

And I could see everything.

Looking at the Shadows on my stucco ceiling...

I could see how the small demons danced, as cars came by, and Illuminated them.

I heard the thunderous Roar of Hell, ready to take me, whenever the freight train came by.

And the clouds...

They never looked quite right.

I thought something might force me up there, take me away, forever.

Instead,

I spent most of my time safely locked in the basement.

When I was a child, I used to go to sleep, in the darkness. And I would wake up, in the middle of the night. And I could see everything. Looking at the Shadows on my stucco ceiling... I could see how the small demons danced, as cars came by, and Illuminated them. I heard the thunderous Roar of Hell, ready to take me, whenever the freight train came by. And the clouds... They never looked quite right. I thought something might force me up there, take me away, forever. Instead, I spent most of my time safely locked in the basement.

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I truly think you might be bad at poetry

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Hickory dickory dock...a mouse just sucked my cock...whoa! -ADC

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Adc?

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Andrew Dice Clay...he was a kike comedian from the 80's-90's.

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Ok

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