my final thouth

Sometimes its dark and drench evil would persist. in the wind.

a wind so powerful, so cold, so old and so mold.

Its entire speed is at first slow and  steady.

Them it pushes in like a wave rolling in  off the coast.

Binging lot of fear and terror. 

The head of it was ugly and corrupt which had no luck

The heart of it was black and hack with deceit and lies.

In his eye is where he hide his sneaky and unbearable  smile

A creation thats gone wild.

A beast, he became,who spoke of denial.

 and these were the times.

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