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The Backwoods...
Deep in the backwoods, on our great, great grandfather's land, ancient, satanic rituals, for generations, were practiced there. ¤ The only light breaking the ominous, starless night were heated flames, licking at the malevolence floating in the air. ¤ Brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, uncles and aunts, bodies and heartbeats swaying in rhythm to the somber, resonance of chants. ¤ Children quiver while animals quake at the sadistic debauchery being witnessed there. ¤ Breathing slows. With eyes of ICE, downcast eyes raise towards heaven, she gently releases the caustic captain of our fear. ¤
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