The Little Thing's
I'm the night that evil brings ,Im the wicked wind that sings .and the evil chill that stings .
I'm the freak .I am the little things . The twisted thoughts that warped you're mind .
I'm the suduction that made you blind , crushed you're skull and bent you're spine
You will not crawl away from me . Im the wicked trinity . you are one but I am three .
I'm the horror you feel and see . You'll run rabid to insanity ,
that I am and you will be .
james stevenson .
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