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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Satanic trip!... I’m sat here wonderin’ why my thoughts align, With the dark, like Satan’s mind. Is it fate or just a sign, That my brain’s like his, And on a twisted grind? Darkness creeps in, a hellish find, Satanic whispers, leaving me blind. I thought he was one, but we're two of a kind, When on DMT, our souls combined. Vaping the void, darkness seeping in, Thinking like Satan, the world’s forsaken. Reality slips, minds inflating, To a bad trip, my new station. Killing thoughts now fill my mind, Slaughtering visions, cruel and unkind. Anything with a pulse, a target to find, Unfortunate souls, in my bind. Time loses meaning, as long as you're near, Till your last breath, I'll be your fear. Your teeth will grit, until they grind, Sharpening them fine, like daggers, aligned. Ready to ensnare, to bite and tear, Ripping flesh, till your insides are laid out bare. Sod the full moon, I come with every tide, Once you've tasted my life, you'll be wary every night. In the shadows, I revel in your plight, Feeding on your fears, On the darkest of nights. Dreams turning to nightmares, can't escape my sight, Dragging you deeper, into my endless fright. Whispers of death, like poison they spread, In your mind, festering dread. Your screams are music, pain my friend, This hellish journey, no sign of end. In every corner, my presence you’ll feel, Reality twisted, nothing is real. I'm the monster under your bed, Feeding on the terror, inside your head.
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