Call out the beast,
collect the fear;
pull toward dark,
draw terror near.
Wait for trembles,
then hold them fast;
let night grip you,
with demons past.
Feel the high,
pump through your chest;
release your mind,
to enjoy it best.
The monster leaves,
collapse to sleep;
you have your fix,
of horrors deep.
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