The Thing With Fangs

Heartbeats.

This world is of gods and monsters,

where pain and laughter clash in battle,

and every heartbeat is a cry.

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One in a sea of unfamiliar faces,

the gods up high whose wrath make the mortals quake,

it is here that the shadows are long though the sun is high.

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The monsters hide till the night, 

manic hearts and minds like broken glass,

smothered by the curse of feeling,

they live only to die.

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The gods discharge the rules,

but it is the sea of heartbeats that choose what to follow,

the monsters that choose to sin,

and the heroes that choose how to live.