Poetry

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Amongst the crowd is he always present,
spreading rumours, and causing dissent.
But truly it best, to not fall for the lies,
or you'll really be in, for a big surprise.
For with cruel intention, does he constantly call,
knowing all the foolish, shall his words enthral.
But truly misleading, is all he does speak,
hoping to misguide, the confused and weak
For upon the flock, is his constant gaze,
ever ready to pounce, upon everyone that strays.
Having a hunger, that quenched it can't be,
so any will do, no preference has he.
The ultimate villain, who has no rival,
and in his grip, there's no chance of survival
For with such malice, does he live for the kill,
knowing the fear in their eyes, is the ultimate thrill.
To cause but terror, is what he's about,
yet still unsatisfied, as he puts your light out.

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