Monster

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The eyes of a monster.

Only I can recognize them for I am one.

Despicable beings we are.

From the day we are born till the day we die.

No cure for us.

Forever in this form.

Others learn to embrace them.

I cannot.

I cannot hide the horrible monster in me.

For it has sinned.

Taken lives of the innocent.

The only thing in life for me is to repent.

I cannot love, for that is a privilege.

A privilege that has been taken away from me.

I am monster who sole purpose is to go to hell.

For that I openly welcome.

I just wait until judgment day.

For that day is when I can truly die.

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