Poetry

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Its teeth glisten crimson

From the corner of the room

As it feasts upon the mutilated

Corpse of its latest

Unsuspecting victim

Its eyes glow red

Like the eternal fires of hell

As it looks down at the corpse

As blood runs down the

Unrecognisable mass of flesh

Like rivers down a mountainside

This monster; This beast

That feasts upon the innocent

Like a spider upon its prey

Is called the Unknown

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 16, 2014 ⏰

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