Best No Rest For The Wicked Poems

I am the evil poet
Evil spells conjured 
Nine love potions
Potent incantations 
Written on scrolls
Bleeding ceaselessly
To bleed is to live
To write is to breathe
With every breath taken
More evil awakened 
Devils on the shoulders 
Cant be shaken
No mistaking for Christmas 
Ghosts the leeching hosts
Life force sucked
Not able...

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It's quiet now on the edge of town
food is scarce on the land
There's a turbulence something stirring
How can you even face it
no rest for the wicked
they travel in packs as a wolf
every corner they will follow
hearts are filled with bitter sorrow
they hide behind a squeeky...

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