The Man
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From the deepest pits of Hell
The Man schemes a terror story to tell
With mere innocent lives
A cold tale He strives
And on those poor men
Black will rain upon them
The Man sees no light nor dark
Only what'll make his victim fall apart
And it's with His blackened pen
Where he might just write a soul's final breath
Or a test of will, or a test of strength
To make His victim lose Hope's faith
And when that victim lives or falls
The Man cackles as He stands tall
With his work of agony
He'll force pain upon those who see
And if a reader dares to sleep
Only nightmares will their dreams reap
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