A Adolescent's Monster

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The hall is dark, not a sound is spared.

The creature lurks, and lo he's there.

His eye's shine through, a victim is found.

He raises his arms, and there's a gunshot sound.

The mouth is sewn, but it still screams.

It howls the sound of children's lost dreams.

From there, the monster uses its horns.

It bashes and smashes through the doors.

Then it comes though, so people scream.

His pale skin is shown for all to see.

Soon, the room is quiet, not a soul is left.

And so the monster committed life's theft

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