The Monster

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I am righteous,
Though you may not see me as such.

The egotistical revere me,
The evangelical shun me.
It all depends on who you are and who you'd bend over for.
Your faith is fake, your body stung, no need to shut your door.

The bastards and crust know my name,
The creeps and the sick know my bane.
I seek the souls that see the sun and don't deserve to know,
That him and you and all the others see what needs to go.

I despise and loathe you.
I care for and watch you.
I am a product of Gods and the lies of love and the secrets that you hold.
I live in you, and you and you and your polished hearts of gold.

I will make you know,
I will make you know,
That all who see me, hear me, taste and feel me knows what I am forever.
That all who know my truth and vows may seek me for sick endeavors.

You don't find me on purpose,
I don't find you on purpose,
I'm never late and never early, I arrive when I am needed.
To punish you and banish you from all your thoughts deleted.

I feed on your suffering,
I bathe in your suffering,
I am just as evil as fire, I arrive to you, scenting your desire.
Don't try to reason, don't try to beg, I am all that you admire.

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