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Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 177 views | 0 comments
The beast awaits you. It's in the dark forest ahead. It's asleep for now but is restless in its slumber. It stirs every-time your name is whispered. And believe me, your name is whispered alot. The vultures I pre-warned you about whisper and chatter endlessly of your plight. They await your fall with insurmountable excitement. The want to see the beast attack. But more than that they want to see the dawning realisation on your face when the truth finally hits home. They want to see the beast rise before you in all its black and plagued glory. They want to see your face as you stare into its red, glistening hate filled lantern eyes. You'll soon see it. You'll feel its claw pierce your breast bone. And at 'that' precise moment everything will be come clear. And right before it rips your kind and caring heart from your chest and starts to feast on it, you'll call my name. Then you'll know I will be here for you. But maybe there's time for your salvation. If only you'd turn and run. But as most men you're a fool at heart.
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