AND IT WAS
There was time when darkness consumed
the mind of a young, not yet bloomed.
Backed in a corner of a cold blooded room.
As the young gets older, the room never thaws out,
and the thoughts start traveling from house to house.
Like demons in the mist in the pits of hell, whispers in the ear of iced stories to tell.
The thoughts keep moving, getting stronger and stonger. Searching and searching to feed the hunger. Out the house amongst theives in the night , Mansions and Mansions of those non alike. Cold heart, cold blooded from the inside out. Mass destruction carried about. What can be done to calm it down?Terror is coming, born in your town.
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