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Scared of the dark

Papa, papa tell me what you see?

Yellow eyes my boy, ugly grinning teeth.

Quickly, quickly we must run and hide!

Tell me why papa?

For that is what, goes bump in the night.

When I am big and strong, will you show me where the monster, it sleeps?

Never my boy, it is too scary for me,

Stay hidden, stay quiet, keep your eyes under the sheets!

HELP, HELP a young man shrieks!

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Pointless

Pointless,

Do we really need a needle?

My hands can barely move without the entirety of my being brought forth to counter the sinking hole of mindlessness.

Worthless

I know where it resides, within my mind where it is only you, not i

Smashing myself to a pulp, what’s the fucking point,

I ask you again, who wants to continue when all they see is dead weight,

Bearing no load is ...

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Weakness

Lay your anchors upon the pebbles where the waves barely speak.
Gaze onwards like wolves on a hunt, spare no scrap for the vultures, for it is in your nature to cull your own.
Only prey on that which has been hollowed out and thus cut from a ragged cloth.
The streets melt as torches of rage scorch the stone, blackening all it touches, where death follows.
KILL THEM ALL! Yells one,
Who? Yells ...

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Vengeance

Suffering for sufferings sake is the truest form of weakness.

Pointed suffering maketh the man.

The Wicked and the Kid 2020

 

Not the man who cowers in the shadows could bear the burden faced upon thee.

Behold a light, dim may it be, able to shake the core of the sun in all its might.

Powerful and mighty, lowly in practice, tyrannical in nature.

Who has the enemy beset upon? U...

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Unanswered

My road was long, harsh and spiked,

the nights were cold, your heart frozen in time.

Will you hold my hand and walk this earth as we discover all the nastiness that lurks?

The throat is a good spot,

Gripping you could say.

The sun sets before your eyes as your soul escapes,

Crushing all hope around you, contained in your place.

At the feet of those who wish only to strike you ...

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