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The Possession of Gregorey Bounds
13:22 Nov 06 2006
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With anticipation long awaited, from this corse or curse created,



Lore beyond what meer inquiring minds would ever find.



From these ambitions falling faster, creating wills of pure disaster,



Further still they find them calling, calling for this weary mind.



Visions, hell in time have stated, blundering devil's tales created.



Words dripped off those trembling lips, terror in those wandering eyes.



Mind no longer see their captor, torture and it's worlds there after,



Having this one man imprisoned, sightless bound by all denies.



Founders, men of science, baffled, with iron fists and ferrous shackles,



Encircled, cut and molded after human kind.



If only they had known his torment, soul still perched on quick descent.



Spilling vile words from this affliction. Sinner and his sin entwined.



Merciless he calls forever after, deep impending mocking laughter,



Filling silence, foul disease while hell breaks fragments on the floor.



Dare I hear steps in the hall way. Slight of hand ever betrayed,



By this one soul's advisory, the Reverend Dante at the door.





©K. Loch 2005