Let's create our own monster
WIth our very hate
WIth our very fear
We won't have long to wait
Let's add a dash of greed
With our hate and fear
We'll plant his seed
And the monster will soon be here
Made just to terrorize us
To fill us with fear
To cause a lot of fuss
His time to come is near
Let's empower him
With our hateful emotions
It will scare both us and them
But we show no hesitation
The monster is here
Standing upright and tall
Made from our own hate and fear
It makes us feel terribly small
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The Death Poems: Collection 3
PoetryMy third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc. I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.
