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Who is that? Who is that? I can't even tell. It looks like a man, a man from Hell. The wood-planked floor moves under my feet. Pick up the world and drop it on me. Can't you feel the red color, so bright? Now I tell you. Should I? Might. "I am the void that lives in your head. The face-less fear that goes un-said. Redemption in death to those that oppose. The face-less fear that always knows". Black spiders of widows and black. Tickle my mind while you crawl up my back. I sing this jingle from the jangle of my heart. Now I know that salvation comes from art