Peep the friendly faces with fear locked inside,
Hidden contours uncovered on a hellish ride,
Well, guess we made it here to 2025.
Evading all of Earth's evil extremities,
Demon infested, knife wielding enemies.
Don't let the stress and anxiety slowly choke,
Rituals and doors opened by the Vatican Pope.
Nightmares of a shitty shapeshifting succubus,
With both hands together, God removes the lust.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2025 09:48
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Comments1
Great write
Cheers pal.
You're welcome
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