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Claws of the Beast
He had heard about the danger, had to see it for himself.
It could never happen to him, it was always someone else.
He began to play too close to the deep and dismal wood.
That small voice was screaming, the danger understood.
This warning is for all, who presume to know no fear.
Your soul will be burning, when the evil eyes are near.
Demons creep to greet you, hear their heinous sighs.
The beast may even whisper, someones telling lies.
Not long ago they had their health, irrational but strong.
The horror in the mirror, proof, their audacity was wrong.
The beast has ripped their lives apart, hopeless situation.
Now they have nowhere to turn in their lonely desperation.
The mutilated bodies, found, North, West, South and East.
METH-ODDS of self destruction, of the Claws of the Beast.
It could never happen to him, it was always someone else.
He began to play too close to the deep and dismal wood.
That small voice was screaming, the danger understood.
This warning is for all, who presume to know no fear.
Your soul will be burning, when the evil eyes are near.
Demons creep to greet you, hear their heinous sighs.
The beast may even whisper, someones telling lies.
Not long ago they had their health, irrational but strong.
The horror in the mirror, proof, their audacity was wrong.
The beast has ripped their lives apart, hopeless situation.
Now they have nowhere to turn in their lonely desperation.
The mutilated bodies, found, North, West, South and East.
METH-ODDS of self destruction, of the Claws of the Beast.
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