Monstorus

April 10, 2016

I am monstorus

I'm so monstorus

You should blame me

My skins not like melted gold

or parchment,

it's red and scaly

I am a wreched thing,

such a fearful thing

You should run from me

I do not know you

I do not want you

to ever set me free

I am orignal sin

I'm orignal sin

People fear me instinctully

I'm not the tree, I'm not the snake

and I'm not eve

I am the apple

and I've had to grapple

for centuries

with my mistakes

Don't ever come near me

Don't try to fix me

Leave me to rot

If you do leave me,

you can breath easy

but if you do not-

I will destroy you

I will consume you

don't give me that shot

'Cause I am an arsonist

just an arsonist

I set fires intentionally

I'de like to watch

the world burn

There's no fixing me

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