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Vaporous skies foretell of doom,
Shadows steeped in pall of gloom.
Impending death dost chill to bone,
Of he who ventures out alone.

The fetid stench of evil's breath,
Fills up dark night with stink of death.
Where good is vanquished by scythe and ream,
On night of horror's living dream.
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