Kitten dreams mayhem, Babadook dreams flowers, bliss. My eyes, don’t trust ‘em.
Wait until they get A load of me, my death bag Big enough for all.
My fangs drip, ready Saliva fills my mouth, moon Full, heavy, hungry
Green the grass, black the Tar, cookie-cutter homes, sin, Hides in symmetry.
Shamshael descended to the earth wreathed in fire, slamming into the town square. He raised the flaming sword above his head. The crowd surrounding him
Trapped within this shell, Enduring aeons, until Life itself does cease.