I shudder at the thought of it...
I tremble at the touch,
when it lays its hands upon me
I loathe it oh so much...
Its horrid face fills my dreams
my heart cries out in screams
of pain and anguish, loss and pain
I dare not speak its name
To others it's a gift so rare
a jewel so hard to find
but if you'd ask my heart it'd say
it's much more cruel than kind
Some have died to save its name
blinded by its lies
but I am wise to its wicked ways
and know its dark disguise
By: Lyric Moonsong
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