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Crowned Monsters

I know true darkness,

it's something that can sway you.

We think of demons or ghost,

but in reality, they're right next to you.

Wearing flesh just like you.

 

Think of this;

If someone cares too much,

is that seen black or white?

Maybe a hidden agenda,

maybe control out of spite?

 

Manipulators; they understand subconsciously.

Seeing other people's potential, like a curse,

allowing them to chose your fate, which is worse?

Slowly, they can elevate you, but in a instant as a lost

interest; they can murmur disappointment.

 

Premeditating all outcomes.

Exhausting their mind by weaving words.

Someone who is plotting has foresight,

or is human behaviour playing its part?

 

Some who see too much, know too much.

Having high expectations,

allowing them to manipulate fate.

Power over probability is dark and deadly.

Should you feel afraid of these weavers,

simply remind yourself; they can be great.

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Jul 20, 2016
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