PROLOGUE

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The day is full of light
But the night is full of fight

I always face a losing war
As the enemy wasn't so far

The traces of light disappear,
The horrifying nightmares reappear.

My tongue utters nothing with fear..
But my heart screams which none could hear.

Bible says that God is near
But only I know that devil is right here

The seeds within my soul started to grow
Which is accommodated by endless tears flow

The daily arrival of devil in my dream
The departure of my soul makes me scream.

EPIGRAPH: WE ARE EACH OUR OWN DEVIL, AND WE MAKE THE THIS WORLD OUR HELL-OSCAR WILDE

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EPIGRAPH:
WE ARE EACH OUR OWN DEVIL,
AND WE MAKE THE THIS WORLD OUR HELL
-OSCAR WILDE.

Author's note:

I am super excited to begin my second work. I am neither a professional writer nor a descendant of William Shakespeare. Everything I write is to improve myself.
The inbox was always open for suggestions.

Thanks for your endless support towards my first work 'EYE'JACK.
The fantastic output is the result of your fascinating support through comments and reviews...

Expecting the same support this time too
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FINAL WORD:
The poem above is totally related to story (hint for predictors).

LET THE FEAR BEGIN.

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