The fury smolders with insatiable hunger
It tears at me like a ravenous beast
It hits me with the force of god himself
Torn asunder I can no longer standWith the weight of a thousand worlds on my shoulders
I Peer into the eyes of an angelic figure
Looking up with diminishing hope
The figure morphs grotesquely into an abomination
With the patience and effieciency of an assasin
It cleaves my chest of all flesh
Sluggishly pulling at my heart
Insuring every ounce of pain fl0ws through its victim
Imprinting a gnarled vision af anguish on the victims face
It claims its sadistic prize, with incmprehisable glee
Leaving its body on the leaden ground
And with the only heart i had to give
Submitted by Matthew Fowler
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