Poem -
If I could sweat fear
The beast beckons fresh flesh a meshed mess of dressed death !
Mirror of eyes meer roar of cries
features a creature suture of teeth! Blemish of scourge as you enter the deep underneath the unheard where it lurks at your feet and you sleep into earth and what you see never meets.
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