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Hunted
by
sunny pisenti
The
hounds sound off
They’ve
been released
Out
on scent
They
are not the police
Relentless
they search
Your
soul to steal
They
are subversive
They act, you feel
Any
weakness displayed
Brings
the devil on in
He
doesn’t care
As
long as you sin
His
minions’ circle
Unseen by most
They
are civilizations
Of
chicanery they boast
Hear
the bay
A
deep-throated bell
They
sound off
As
they herd you towards hell
Find
the light
He’s
the only way
Invite
him in
Ruin
Satan’s day
Be
on guard
In
shadows he remains
Waiting
to grab
Your
soul to detain
Polish
your amour
Know
the word
For
evil flies quickly
Once
it is heard
click
here to add your voice
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