The lunatic (the preparation)/By:Haunted Lunacy

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Waiting in the darkness at the back of the stage.  the lunatic devil silently awaits his turn.  he's been biding his time and practicing his dance.  ready for the moment that the host give him his chance.  the curtain goes up and the light comes on.  the music is haunting and the host is gone.  the crowd stares in horror as the lunatic swings and sways.  His madness set in motion, his eyes a haunting gaze. 

Oh to dance with the devil
To look into his eyes.
To feel his decaying fingers
In the hands that once were mine

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