The Beast
He comes, in total disquietSteals your soul with extreme cruelty
The Beast has arrived, no doubt.
He hurts, inflicts pain with ardor
Yet he seems unfazed by what he has done
The Beast is here, no doubt.
He leaves, quietly like a thief
Devilish intentions done
The Beast is gone, no doubt.
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