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I looked in to the eyes of evil 

And saw them staring back at me,

It heard me breathe

I saw it seethe,

With bad intentions

And cold menace,

Brutal features, gnashing teeth

Looking now to come for me,

In legions of demonic spawn

These are things that are malformed,

Craving murder and dismemberment

And won’t be sated until i am rent,

Piece by piece without mercy

So I keep on moving so they can’t find me,

Disguising my soul for them to see

On the run constantly,

I can’t stand still or I will be dead

But I will deny these satanic demons yet.