Phantom, the shadow without eyes, drenched with lies, cast the magic in a plastic casket. Power was enclosed in a bag whilst the envy edges to the top of a sleepless mound. Happiness is hidden well, but who’s to tell if it can’t be found? Impulsive smiles are shunned by the frowns of an innocent child. Sickness unto foolish wealth, spinning in a negative whirlwind; claws of beasts; for so help the imbalance of invisible steps, cloaked by revolving hatred being dealt – living deceased.
~That Dude Eddie~
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