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"EnRaged: The Poem"

By: Alex Sharpe

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EnRaged: The Poem
The infection is spreading
The infection is here
The infection is killing
The infection is near
The infection is feeding
The infection is here

Forever is never, at night they are clever. They will take your mind to the deepest, darkest pits and rape your soul. Their hands will bust open and break your skull. Their bloody fists will replace your face, and your soul will, forevermore, be an empty place.

The infection is dire
The infection is quick
The infection is evil
The infection is sick
The infection is raging
The infection is here

The darker the dark, the better they see. From their mouth, their eyes, comes the pain that they bleed. The more they want, the more they need, and the more they hunt, they see, the better they feed.

The Rage is coming
The Rage is there
The Rage is around
The Rage is near
The Rage is beyond
The Rage is here

Eyes of Rage, eyes of blood. The more they feed, the faster they run. Their skin will fall off, baked by the sun. Their brain, and mind, turned into mush, fucked by a gun, and in their endless pain, will forever, never have fun.

The infection is spreading
The Rage is near
The infection is killing
The Rage is coming
The infection is here

He hunts you down. From this fucked up world he comes from he runs around, chasing his instincts, chasing the sounds, and killing in strife. In the endless pain, taken of life.

The blood drips down his face. His heart, at beat at over a thousand miles an hour. His bloodshot eyes, red as hell, as if stained by the devil. He hunts and he most certainly will kill. Beware, for he is... the EnRaged!

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