The Paragraph President
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IP:
It’s dark down here, such a place full of evil
So scary, I thought the devil was to pull people..
Down to the underworld, vampires and bats
Creepers from the streets with wires and rats
Bound to kill, down to hound anyone’s space
Full of blood, dreamt a pound of such disgrace
Lethal personality’s, so vicious I was stopped
Evil mentality’s surrounded by a malicious crop
Unable to fight it, flames engaged in death..
Which killed gods strength, was he caged in breath?
Pressured by a demon with a higher intelligence
No misconception, filled with such annoyance
Petrified by the dark, bleeding hearts diagnosed
Corrupted with fame, fought for parts of a morose
A ill humor, deafened by his planned scheme
I ask is this a dream? Only a crammed scream..
Could bring light, so I was to fight on god’s side
The weakest would prevail with a odd pride
Converted by the tormented, all missed attempts..
Diminished by the demented, a twisted contempt
Glorified the pain, so much misery in the dark
Unable to embark, but a memory would lark..
Anything possible, if proven then easily killed
The devils imagination was so greasily thrilled
And as that darkness died, god caught fresh air
A final destination, complete with the devils tear
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