"silence!" said the demon to the other as they circled,
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"the young boy is trying to think.
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the final thoughts course through his mind even now as we speak."
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"no!" the other cried, "I want him now, let's pick this fruit while it's ripe!"
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they faced each other and smiled.
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"let's wait a little while, he's ours, let's take our time."
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donald felt a chill crawling up and down his spine
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like a once warm vein gone cold
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he could feel an icy breeze, but no wind was shaking the trees
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from where the breeze came donald did not know
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so he tried to shake the cold
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thinking back an hour ago to a decision he had made:
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there would be no Christ in his precious little life
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this decision he would take beyond his grave
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the world went black
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donald couldn't breath and his face turned a sickening blue grasping for sight
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he saw something in the night and around him two images flew
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slowly gettting clearer he could see them getting nearer
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donald screaming as they spat in his face:
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"welcome to hell
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we'll be with you shortly
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for now, the abiding place..."
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there is more to the story
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but really don't you worry, donald's fate is surely sealed
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he chose to stand alone, to stand upon his own
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but now the truth he'll find too real
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you see we all have to choose
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you follow God, or follow you
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donald chose to chase his pleasures from the start
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to ride atop the world, no help, no God, just him
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but the ride was cut short by a speeding car...
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anyone else want a ride?
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One Demon To Another
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| The Crucified |
