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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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