Poem #4

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Original source: JT Machinima "Little Nightmares Rap"


Nightmares

Your vanity-will eventually, lead to your demise,

Humanity-a profanity, under your watchful eyes,

How can it be? Who sent for me? A better question Why?

At the end of these-dreadful fantasies, I hope the sun will rise.

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