Ampersand

&
&  the
& the words 
& the words flew 
& the words flew &
it was like lightening
those jerks were frighening
and the vines gr*w higher and became illegigble
And the banshees called from the trees and pointed out my typos
With mournful wails they circle the Great Hearth &
&
&
& that was my process as I wrote my name in the Devil's book
 I screamed,
I scream
Scream
Help me
Scream for the trees to fall and the world to end and the flame to be extinguished
Scream to the sound of the harps and flutes
Streaming,
screaming,
a scream that says
I am alive
I am dead
I am gr*wing 
I am here
I am dead
...
 
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roxyforthewin

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