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Unsual Things


Different things walked the world,

Although we don't see any.

They may have been in bad times,

Eating and drinking the pain.

 

People's pain

Brings them pleasure.

Living for many years.

Throughout the most horrible times.

 

Their best times were the Dark Ages

People's pain out like pages

They feasted on many,

by picking any.

 

Until they were hunted

And cast out of this world.

Now no one remembers,

But the world is much better.

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