How do you destroy a monster
without becoming one?
I don't know.
I can't not become a monster.
It's in the very essence of my being.
In my bones.
In my blood.
On my best day,
Satan admires my work.
And on my worst,
He shrinks in fear.
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A world unlike your own
PoetryNot poetry, just words. My world is different to yours. Here's a slither of it. Come find me Best rankings: #1 in Poembook #1 in Therapeutic #3 in Thoughts #29 in Poetry
