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The frenzied mob now fills my heart with fret.
They’re closer; I hear the whips and growls.
They’ll quickly snatch you up into their net
If you but blink, acknowledging their howls.
This beastly, feral mass appears unending.
They multiply in numbers, merging, blending.
And those they catch, bow down to the Moon,
That quickly breaks their spirits as they swoon.
A paradise for those who share their views!
All others - scourged. It’s now your turn to choose.
PART III. Hell (3)
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