"Prophecies were once written...In Poetry"
A shadowed soul lines inward fear division
Flip pages of precise paper filled secrets
Written in handfulls to confirm whispers....
You catch the cold shoulder a true fable
The seams of the book crack as dust flies
The covers split apart as fingers grasp it
Penned words grab the attention fastly....
The reader continues down lines of storied hauntings
Fired devils with pointed blades of hair laughing
"Satan sent to earth a division of his left brain"
The brook screams deep into the unconcious
The script listener is overcome with waves of fear....
The power within the earth-bound devil spawn
Was written as a mimicking creator of souls
With elusive tricks decieving eyes non beholders hold
The glass heart of the reader shatters in this instant....
Fear has frozen the blood line
Breaking the windowed heart
The soul of the book viewer
Is in a state of shock......
The paint on the walls stips itself upward
Darkness again fills the room as deaths breath
Blows across the sands of a written prophecy....
"My spawn will travel the far reaches of earth
Until clouds collapse and darkness siezes a light room".....
The book spoke to the reader....
Now unwillingly overcome by fear he crumbles
To ashes sifted through un-imaginable evil
Devoured a soul the window busts open
In comes a souless shell of madness glaring....
A dark shadow with lifted lines radiating
From its body into the dark air
Like archangels upon flight on judgement....
The room fills with red light and contortion begins
The evil embodiement shifts to form of the reader
Mimicking his every feature with precision....
An arrow pierces the frozen heart of our hero
Breaking already broken shards to smaller fallicies
"W-W-W-What are you evil being of stories
Long overpassed by library enthusiasts"
The reader spoke shaking with a fear
Which could turn the devils heart colder....
"I am the embodiement of Evil within...
Within your soul...the soul of the reader..
Who cares to find enightenment in books
Long lost to The average Bible Basher
The average enthusiastic passer by
Who fears nothing but himself...
And in reality cannot admit it...
I am YOUR EVIL"....
Saliva was then wiped from sleepy eyes
An alarm clock rang stinging ears
Awake from evil nightmares with meaning....
"I am the evil that makes the world spin
Eligible demons told me through books of sin
Mimicking my own inner demons how I found
I am the evil that makes the world go round..."
....Our reader closes the mimicking book of his own heart....
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