Lies a man for whom there is no kin
It’s a fool who tries to pursue a way in
For what they’d find is evil beyond sin
The horrors that are my minds delight
Are best kept locked – out of sight
Their disdain, cruelty contrived to freight
Unveiled only in the darkness of night
I roam the night-scape with evil intent
Not until the moment do I really invent
It all depends on the given sent
Or best yet – the shrill of echoes repent
By now you’ve garnered a distorted look
Of the man first impressions mistook
Either way it’s to your foundation I shook
Be praised – you’re not in my murderous book
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