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He preys on the innocent and sweet
Those who look to be vulnerable and weak
Self-hatred consumes his majestic creation
Meltdown, toasty sensation
To kill and destroy
These presences he calls his toys
Not understanding why, we leave
The roaring & screaming, believe
He spends his days, until the sun rise
Dawn comes, he is never surprised
Consumption creates doubt, fear yet again
Promising abyss for all, never an end
Much Love Much Life