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Sep 2009
I am what I am
An infectious spirit
Like the black widows’ venom
I will stun your senses
At the sound of my voice
The whole process begins
No matter your choice
You will give in
Try as you may
The venom is active
The contagions’ set in
The defenses cave in
Corrosion’s just happened
Within a few moments
You’re entranced by the
Virulent Being
Meaning the makings of me

I am “Shard The Virulent"
With a little piece of me
Your life becomes mine
And the infection spreads on
Written by
Shandel Pruitt
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