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Nov 2015
Hidden behind a mask
Lies a beast
Waiting for the right moment to pounce.

Attacking his children first
Followed by those
who try to protect them

And whenever
An angel passes by,
On goes the mask hiding his hatred

The only time the beast won't pounce
Is when the angel is around.
Written by
Noah Stowe  Gender Fluid/My house
(Gender Fluid/My house)   
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