Dark Child

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Aganist my will I have been cold
Fed to spread lies and to dispose
I'm the bringer of death to you and all
An omen of bad luck, and greed
Watchout, my voice will mislead
My mind is a storm to reckon with
Will I survive or be a myth
Disposed by the world and reborn
A new creature of darkness
A creature of the night
Beware of my intellect and not my bite.





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