IM Poetry

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They where runing like fools all over the street
Hm, We have hit a tough place huh?
then she came out with her feathered wings.
Long dark hair and leather-like skin.
After a second
they felt nothing… there was nothing but fear within.

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I’m really feeling tired
And it’s getting on my nerves
Everytime I kill him
He keeps coming back from grave

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Thanks for the inspiration

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