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Feb 2018
Red blood boils as it turns in dread.
Most would expire at the sight of its head
It's ripping though the walls of flesh, bones, sinew and skin,
well wouldja look at this predicament I have put myself in.
It's sheer force is all the too frustrating,
Perhaps it's the wrong thing we've all been concentrating
To conspire with the beast is an awful grave sin,
but maybe, just this time, for once i'll win.
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