Something,
somewhere,
made it,
brought it to life,
gave it a soul,
allowed it to flourish,
allowed it to grow,
and the more it grew,
the more demented it became,
it lost it’s way,
it forgot what it was,
as it feed on the weak,
as it killed the innocent,
and butchered the rest,
when the stories were told,
the strong grew weak,
for they knew it was only time,
before my wretched shadow,
my horrible twin,
would swallow them whole,
would take them all in.
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