The Beast
The rasping, gasping evil tone
The source of evil the heart of stone
A need to raze a love of death
The presence of it takes your breath
The monster with it's grotesque form
A face despised, withered, and torn
You cannot think, you cannot run
Chance of escape is slim to none
It closes in and moves to kill
It seeks excitement but you stay still
Your consciousness begins to fade
Your fate is set, the deal is made
You cease to breath, you see the end
The beast begins to tear and rend
You drift away and leave your mind
And everything you knew behind.
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