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The Beast of Death

Poetry By: WerewolfGirl

This is a poem that I wrote because I hate rumors... It is somewhat dark and I was depressed when I wrote it so...

Submitted:Apr 3, 2009    Reads: 139    Comments: 9    Likes: 3   

The Beast Of Death

In my world,

There is darkness,

Deep darkness.

There is seperation,




The Beast bottled up inside me,

It is ready,

Ready to break free,

Free of it's shackles.

Once it is free,

No one will be safe.

It will rip these lies,

The lies that spread like poison.

The people who spread these lies,

They too,

Will be ripped limb from limb.

The Beast,

It is a Beast of anger and sorrow,

Envy and rage.

The Beast will not quiet,

Not untill they die.

The lies.

The people.

Death will consume.


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