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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The cunningness I feel is near: It tries coming for a stay Living within a beast, I once lived in It's a bit dangerous wanting my play. I have to be careful, now, right: Staying in the right of my light By this, odious toxin that's near It likes to fight at my nights, I fear. It made me sick a lot of times: Lusting its seducing bite in me, crimes Its promises turn into untrustworthy lies Here is a sinister demon that terrifies. It teases me with its pleasures: Oh, one of a kind, it is, no measures Telling me that I need it to survive A bewildering demon, I've lost, run hide! Every day seems like a struggle lately: Keeping a sinister entrapped at its bay These demons are up prowling to entice, be Awaiting its day to play with me! It feeds on my aches of pains: Mind, the guilts, the greed that has stained The more I hurt inside fighting, being real The more this, slither, comes to steal. I sensed life had enough of me: My spirit was crushed, hurt, torn apart Its Roar stood, heard for miles, miles I say A venom beast has awakened, now bites. This poison, I once craved: The feel, pushing temptations To care about absolutely nothing Not even for myself, deliberations. This slither came to suck the life out of me, To bring the poison, sinister closer in Though the bag, done gone that day I've yet to lose, to this poisoning again A malevolence venom, I once craved Have yet to win within.
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