With elbows through the mud he drags himself forward! Forward! I shall escape this plot. I must! I will! The wind lies down and the earth stands still. Black hail fire stings no more. Dear lord above, did I escape that hellish place of gore? He ends up where it all began. Seven pair of demon eyes. Seven fearsome demon smiles. Trapped in a paranormal chain. Bound to suffer endless warfare, torture, fear and pain. So ends this tale of fates aligned. A prophecy of war entwined into bloody knots that wont unwind. This ominous recording is all thats left behind: Sunday, October third, 6 p.m. rain...
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