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Brennan Noble Poem
It happens to me in the one place i feel safe, secure,
The one place i feel my motives are pure,
I see all the evil, the terrors,
All the monstrous claw bearers,
All the agony, the pain,
The suffering, the maimed,
In my sleep, the most sacred of places,
I dream of creatures, with the most hideous of faces,
The horrid claws and the blood red eyes,
Seeking, searching for my demise,
As I awaken, sweat streaming,
Just another night, of my nightmarish screaming.
Copyright © Brennan Noble | Year Posted 2014
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