founddead

demons

horribly happy satanic souls

crawling up your clothes

twisting themselves terribly

colored blood and red

theyre incredibly dead

childish cretins

they make me smile

jealous creations

content to be contemptuous

their slime does not encase them

it embraces them

their mischievious hellish nature

it chases them

their tarnished gray-black bodies

theyre active

no time to lose for the

found dead

instead,

one must look beyond the bled

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