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Jan 2019
#8
Demon with a dictionary

Somethings wrong with him
I heard him say
We can hear you I replay
They turn away frantically
While their voices play through me
Causing havoc for everyone to see

Alone in darkness I watch my body being controlled
Only, I do not hold the control

Controlled by the sadness
I act on the madness
This demon I don't know
But through him the knife I trow
Oh no!

It killed my mother then my father
Lastly my brother, then it took me further
I became ******

I'm not crazy
It made me
Now there's blood on my hands
But it's still got something planned

I roam the the streets in search of my new victim
And find the perfect *****
I lure her down the alley
And take her to the valley

Away from the street
I stab and repeat
Only to eat
The bloodly meat

I didn't **** them
Please God tell me you see him
Right there infront of me
Abru capri
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
(M/Potchefstroom)   
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