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Way back when, many years ago;
In the midst of the Sixties, spread your legs, let's go!
An injustice was created,
with a Hollow soul to lose...

A decade and a half later,
  no belief of a Creator;
  The tortured child he had become,
  again was alone...

The Creature inside me, this evil within,
     will you experience my Demons,
 or find yourself my friend.

The Creature had matured, mid-explosion, so believed;
   Yet, twenty years still to come,
     of reaping that seed...

    What to do, Where to hide;
               Who to kill;
         At whom to smile...

The Creature or boy yearns to destroy,
     the lives that surround me
          and all of their joy...

This Creature is unmerciful, with the thought's that he sows;
    Will this Creature ever die,
           or live on breathlessly,
     Just as the end of a sigh...

The Creature lurks deep, can this world survive;
   This painful hatred, that makes most mortals cry...

             It lives as it Breathes,
    will it ever retreat;
          The child within,
  still has no belief...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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