Evil Clutches.

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You hear a thumping
It's in your head
Its within your throat
And its within your heart
A sludge chugging machine
Destined to be consumed
And be exhausted to dust
Something unfairly doomed
Poisoned by a desire of lust
A hunger gratified by gluttony
A pride to not be unaccounted for
Never to relinquish your greed to poison;
Poison something others inexplicably adore
To testify your obsessions for playing gruesome games
With over boiling truth it may sicken you
Whilst everyone discovers that you shall not be tamed
But on the bright side of the full moon you howl
A blood stained stake driven through you're heart
Ends you in a turmoil that reveals a burning scowl
Now you will continue on and be no more
Than drops of red velvet
On my oak wood floors.

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