(By The Marked One, 122/030)
Piercing images of demise
ricochet through your dreams.
If you effortlessly visualise,
concieve your end.
Rapid explosions
chained reactions of fear.
Your gutless soul
generates a benumbing sight.
Unyielding nightmares
devastate your mind.
Your screams of terror
echo through the night.
Fear us,
run and hide.
We force the silence
into your eyes.
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