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			<title>Shutters</title>
			<description>Walking on the paved road, fading lights guiding me forward,Nothing seems amiss though my mind conjures pictures.As I walk into my home I thank the LordThat I am back, safe, away from any of those tricksters.&amp;nbsp;Closing the door to my room I lay on my bed,Sprawled out and tired from the day,Yet I ..</description>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>Ever look into the mirror and look at who is there,They can't hear you, they can can't feel, a facade they must be.A mask for the man in black who staires&amp;nbsp;Back from the mirror, he looks at you with a leer,Nothing but the misery of who he once had been.If only he could of seen this like an old m..</description>
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			<title>Ch.1</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t know where to start, but I know that I once,very long ago, had a beginning.&amp;nbsp; Like allothers, I was born to a mother and a father.&amp;nbsp;In old age I can only remember their faces, and their father&amp;rsquo;snames.&amp;nbsp; Reggit, my father&amp;rsquo;s father, andNeveros, my mo..</description>
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			<title>A Necromancer</title>
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			<title>Prologue: A Man and His Story</title>
			<description>The dark house had always been an abandoned mess, grass a web, unknown monsters moving in the tangled jungle.&amp;nbsp; It frightened children away and many of the adults never wanted to be seen near the creepy mansion.&amp;nbsp; It had always been a perfect place for Lucion.&amp;nbsp;Candles flickered passiona..</description>
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			<title>Forever to Be</title>
			<description>Job 26:6
&quot;The realm of the dead is naked before God; Destruction lies uncovered.&quot;</description>
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			<title>The Sea</title>
			<description>Revelations 20:13
&quot;The sea gave up the dead that were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was judged according to what they had done.&quot;</description>
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