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Mad Hunter (6 ratings) by Adam
Foreboding echoes,
polluting your weary dreams.
Silent whispers screaming the name of the mad hunter. Lightning motions,
standing behind your shadows.
He calls.
You listen.
He consumes your mind.
Showering cascades of melodic fantasy,
cloud his torture.
He's closer.
His invasion nigh complete.
You scream.
He laughs.
The mad hunter has consumed you.
Darkend ambience surrounding your lost mind.
Clouded sickness spews through your hollow eyes.
Your weakness has bound you.
His clutch withholds you.
No escape from the mad hunter.
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