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Mr. G.R.

You look at me in fear
and you should. I am
the anti-thesis of life.
I am the slayer of men,
women and children.
I make flesh rot and
bones decay. My gaze
will make your heart
stop. The very thought
of me makes you cold.
But rest assured we'll
meet one day. Old and
feeble you will beg for
my dark gift. The gift of
death.
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