Beast
It walked in,
when the doors of hell opened.
A never quenching fire
leaves victims fallen like ashes.
And once it spreads the wings,
it's impossible to take the reins.
Deceiving death;
it lives like the immortals -
living with us,
living on us.
A creature that has never been tamed.
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