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Insig FredInsig FredInsig Fred
he roams in the silence of dead waken night his skin grey with torture and his eyes lack with fright to those whom have met him he seems to be dead but to those who do know him hes named insig Fred hes mad with the visons of a wiked disease one that will end and one that will seaze but not all of his wishes just stayed at fair dreams they become real tourtured and dead silent screams he lives on the corner in the Vincent Dale manor he lives by him self thats less of the matter if you feel lost do not


mirrored looking glassmirrored looking glassmirrored looking glass
this mirror is my looking glass it will only show the truth the shattered splinters in my hands have scatered signs of proof you take away my looking glass and then i fade away it wont reflect to disrespect the fate i saw today
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