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I may have been possessed by an evil spirit.
But don’t worry. It’s gone now. No need to fear it.
But after that, my mind never was the same.
I fear that sadly, it may have damaged my brain.
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Good luck trying to hold me down.
No straight jacket I can’t break out.
Yes, I’m a bit of a contortionist.
I swear I don’t need an exorcist.
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Go ahead with the ritual. It makes you feel safe.
Call upon the Angels, bind me to the grave.
See? Nothing happened, you’re such a worrier.
Now stand back as I climb up walls like a spider.
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I prefer Ghost to Incorporeal.
Why? No reason, I just feel
Like I’ve been mistreated all my lives!
But I’m helpless to get my fate revised.
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I can’t remember anything from before “the incident.”
Don’t be suspicious, just read this medical document.
I don’t feel pain and my limbs can bend the wrong direction.
I guess that’s why I’m perfect for this special mission.
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I crawl through a vent too small to fit a child.
Mangle my bones to squeeze out to guide
You from the surveillance cameras from these security rooms.
What’s that reflected on the monitor? Behind me, it looms.
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Oh dear, my demons haven’t left.
Back to haunt me again, but I will survive yet.
Break out the crowbar, smash all the screens.
Burst out into the hall, make for the exit and leave.
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Now they’re after me for ruining their operation.
I make my way to the closest police station.
Shouldn’t have gotten caught up in a gang.
But I can’t stay here with the police in questioning.
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I can hear the breathing of the demons behind me.
I can see shadows of their claws in front of me swing.
Look up, officer! Can’t you see it?
No, I’m not joking, you must see it. How can you not?
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Now no need for manacles, I’m cooperative.
I was the one to tell you I was an operative.
Don’t drag me to jail, don’t take me to court.
I need to run from the monster, it’ll cut my throat.
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Who’s that stomping around with a foot literally lead?
Cannons for arms and a gas mask covering its head?
In its presence, the demons flee out of sight.
In this dismal darkness, this person is a light.
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“I’ll take it from here.” The woman’s gravelly voice announces.
Flashing a badge, she steps forward, and behind me she glances.
The police leave, she raises her arm.
A grappling hook aims, ready to do me harm.
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I go pale as a ghost and feel my soul lurch.
I collapse the floor, and wake up in church.
Another exorcism ritual? “Wow.”
“Do you really think exorcism can save me now?”
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It’s far too late. The demons have taken hold.
But this time is different as the ritual stops cold.
The gas masked woman gives me an offer I can’t resist.
I must cooperate if I am allowed to persist.
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I still don’t know who I am.
Am I a ghost or a man?
Am I still possessed?
But no matter what, I know I’m the best.
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I can’t be held down by chains.
Think you can trap me? Prepare for a change.
Not human, not Screamer, but something in between.I’m worse than the small girl from The Ring.