Tortured Soul
The fire's of hell,
burn within his soul.
He's proud of his story,
and he wants it told.
A series of tragic events,
that left him inspired.
It started long ago,
he was a mere child.
Now he walks as a man,
appearing innocent and mild.
He watches from the shadows,
awaiting his time.
He knows that i'm different,
he can feel me in his mind.
His vicious intent,
is always focused on me.
He dreams of the blood,
and the pain he will bring.
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