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Ben Sloan

There is a thing of nightmares, spawned from deeds of past Terrible in looks, wielding power vast Its skin is taught and rotting, its eyelids peeled away He's come for those who did it, to make them miss the day Darkness is his friend, alike in light and deed He is not alone, there are many of his breed They seek the wicked men, those who feed on weak In silence they will torture, kill and make you shriek See him now as he looks back,stares into your eyes Revenge is his prerogative, your soul a juicy prize Scream if you prefer, he takes pleasure from your cries Yet to his displeasure, everybody dies. Everybody dies. Just a picture I drew while I was bored in History...and a poem I then wrote about it. Leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Published More than a year ago

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