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Slithering across
The cursed ground
The blackened moss
Comes with a sickening sound
Legs
on legs
Eyes not open
Maybe strange
Maybe hidden
Red death
Feeds on mortals
Go to bed
To become
immortal
Hanging demon
Beneath
Don't point your gun
Underneath
Knife in hand
Stay away
She
moves in darkness
Ready for melee
Trapped in a box
Tortured
Locked
Time to murder
A
rotten mass
Squelching
Something crass
Melting
Ultimate horror
Trapped as well
Do you adore her?
Send
her to Hell.
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