A Devils's Hunger

deja

02 Sep, 2015 12:58 PM
A night when the moon was at it's highest peak
The dead flesh of man made the forest reek,
The thing that killed them already fled 
leaving the forest painted red;
The deed was done by a man with a devil's hunger
who burned many villages and hurt and plundered
He had no remorse not even a shred
But every humans heart was filled with dread
Even if someone begged on their knees
he'd just kill them and laugh with ease,

he wasn't a man, he was the son of monstrosity 
and everything he ever did was an act of atrocity
he is murderous, bloody, and full of lust
he's a savage an animal never give him your trust
If you ever see him run and hide 
Don't think about fighting him other men have tried
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MAX says:
29 Sep, 2015 07:30 AM

A night the moon was at it's highest peak
The dead flesh of man made a forest reek,
This thing that slayed them had already fled
leaving a black forest stained all red,
Deeds done by creature's devil hunger
those cinder villages of decay and squalor
Schadenfreude, all remorse not even a shred.

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