A Different Kind of Monster.
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What it's like to be a Different
Kind of Monster;
imagine tearing down stone
walls, and reducing a Proud Devils
Heart to Putty.
I will show them the Fear
they cause; and break A
Bone for every broken
Law.
Remember the Little Boy
who's cries excited the Wolf?
Cries shouted into the Night
that No One Heard.
How he hid in the shadows of
the dusty barn, until his soul
was stained by that Eternal
Mildew Stench?
(That boy became a wolf
who seeks revenge.)
Who Better than the Best
at Being Worse could stop
their Sickness?
Not the pencil pushing suits
two years shy of pushing up
Daisies;
Not the armchair shrinks who
blame mommy and daddy;
Not the Idealistic Dreamers who
mean well, but lack the ability
to look into the Nothing!
(the mantle falls upon Me.)
I weep within as I see beyond
the Concrete Garden, all the
Flowers turning into Thorns;
Soon there will be nothing left
but a variety of Weeds;
Souls corrupted, or Dead long
before their rightful time;
Zombie Infants in Adult Skin
walking The WasteLand!
(singing songs of Murder like
a Nursery Rhyme.)
What it's like to be A Different
Kind of Monster.
(the mantle falls upon Me.)
Tearing down stone walls,
and reducing a Devils Proud
Heart with Fearful Putty.
J.S.H.
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