To all my children
to my many liars in wait whom against me conspire.
She is gone and yea he has come in from the woods without face.
From his heart from the depths where its dark.
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death feels like moist cotton open young eyes closed to threats.
This is either inspired from a nightmare or an acid trip, or possibly a nightmare from an acid trip, the story is crisp and symbolic, and if I think I know where the title and the storyline come from, ie a ritualistic sacrifice of a child for a fictional character, then its all the more frightening that the nightmare is real, a good story, cant wait for my nightmares now
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death feels like moist cotton open young eyes closed to threats. This is either inspired from a nightmare or an acid trip, or possibly a nightmare from an acid trip, the story is crisp and symbolic, and if I think I know where the title and the storyline come from, ie a ritualistic sacrifice of a child for a fictional character, then its all the more frightening that the nightmare is real, a good story, cant wait for my nightmares now