The truth is that
Every monster you have met
Or will meet
Once was a human
With a soul
As soft and light as
Silk
And someone stole
That stole that
Silk from there soul
And turned them into this.
So next time you see a monster
Don't fear the thing before you
But the thing that created it.
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PoetryMost of these are from Google and instagram, some of them are original.
