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All alone feeding my imaginary dog a bone deep in the darkest hole lies a lonely stagnant lost soul life's promises of gold now he sits in the dark and cold reality chains weighing him old   ghosts swim through with effortless flight watch the dog he favor bites   never trust the man in your head he's always gratuitous until he wants you dead voices of nothing always taunting at me I'd rather have my ashes spread about hell fire sea they cry of a throne with a key that sets the soul free .. but the preacher in my head just slams the door of red..      boom41