The Monster

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To the girl, they tell their story

In her mind, it's much too gory

The pictures painted in her mind

Tell of someone who's not kind

A monster thrashes people's ears

Becomes the reason for their tears

It tears them apart, cell by cell

But this story's not real, can't you tell

The girl, she feels her mind corrupted

Then one night she got abducted

It's claws scratched and tore her flesh

Blood running down her skin was fresh

It's beastly hand around her neck

Her body had become a wreck

She took a breath and breathed her last

The monster's hold had dropped so fast

Her death had caused them to confer

The monster was a part of her

On her death, it too had passed

And set the people free at last

So now we know, the day she died

She killed the monster from inside

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