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º    As they creak, they spread horrible fear,
º    Thus hinting that death is near.
º    As their sound echos on forever,
º    Your legs tire as you enter the never.
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º    Theu live, they breathe, they see,
º    And they thrive off your mysery.
º    And as you pass, your soul is what you sell...
º    Upon entering the Gates Of Hell...
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[Mr.Sinister]
[F/´T]