As it’s cruel eyes look into your soul,
Your hands start fidgeting and it starts,
The evening of your time to shine has arrived,
You begin to revolve around the monster.

The world’s greatest mass murderer,
With it’s savage and blood-curdling laugh,
The one who can make the best of the best fall,
And you have become its next target.

Then the monster starts toying with you,
And starts to putting on the weight,
Your knees start to shiver under the black sky,
It wants to see how much you can handle.

Your forehead starts to precipitate,
And your trusty legs give away,
You start to fall into the breeze,
When you realise the monster was in your brain.
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