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By Tracy Shults-Wright

Bequeathed to you a darkness- you are as
Lord Of All Things Vile.
Occupy this place you rule where shadows only wax and
Open to the unsuspecting contamination... “just relax.”
Deepening the darkness,
Take each gently by the hand.
Hypnotize them mercilessly- In a blink they’ll mold so seamlessly to your demand.
Richness in the flood you exalt in-
Satiate that primal need.
They sacrifice themselves to you-
You exist .. and they shall bleed.

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