bask in deliverance dear child,
down upon your knees!
so very gently,
let it spread like disease.
the winds are blowing,
carrying dreams,
dreams of reality,
etched into the seams.
this fragile world,
is mine for the taking,
ever so gently,
walking through the door,
feel the rippling corpusles,
dead and sore.
so unsuspecting,
never to notice,
until it's too late,
it's too late.
Author notes
obviously i went for the dark side. 
i didn't want it to be so bluntly evil, only because the scariest evil is the evil no one knows is there.
A contest entry
- ~*~Angel or Devil~*~ by thenorthernstar.
850 points, ended May 25, 5 entries
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Comments
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dark to say the least. It made me look back to a time where the Necronomicon(sp) was my handbook for living
Joe
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very cool ty for entering
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