Dream Murder
Sitting in a place of an unreal world
I saw a handsome beast with many words
Hairy was he, with a dark skin
and moving around with a beach of keens
tons of times came and stood they
tearing apart every peace away
refusing was I, to knee before them - a prey
I secretly have the beast passed away.
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