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Oct 2014
When the demons surface the body
and the souls are buried somewhere deep.
The full moon appears from between the clouds
and every friend looks like an enemy.

The blood changes it's color to black,
making the hearts turn cold as stone.
You don't remain human anymore,
as the worst of your monsters lose control.

In a blink of an eye, there's a pool of blood
and the faces become unrecognizable.
O' Humans! Today I ask you a question,
*Who said that you could be the Most Powerful?
Javaria Waseem
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