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Jack Torrance

from The Novelist by With Ink Instead Of Blood

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Where is this fucking bitch ?
Where is that goddamn child ?
The silence of this hall drives me insane. And now I'm coming.
Run for your lives, though I just want to speak,
At least I want you to believe in this.
And playing hide-and-seek this time just makes me really mad.
Hey Wendy, did you take your prayer book and pray ?
Hey Wendy, did you take your prayer book with you, and now you pray ?
Bend your knees before your god and fold your trembling hands.
All these rooms are empty,
No connection with the outer world.
No weapons and no safety,
In other words there's nowhere to run.
Boom, and door is breaking down.
Boom, another hit and steeplechase is over now.
Boom, boom boom boom.
Boom, as axe falls down you're closer to your doom.
And as I crush this door you hear me saying: "Here is Johnny!"
The last stage of our "catch-me" play,
Such obstacles as maze won't keep you far from me.
Prepare to dance, my mind's so wild I say the things that make no sense.
Its your last chance.

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from The Novelist, released October 15, 2011

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