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Coming

I feel it coming...
It’s coming fast.

The urge.
The desire.

The Thrill.

It can’t be stopped.
I can’t be tamed...

The walls are shredded.
The floor painted red.

Not my blood.

Claws.
Fangs.

Eyes that pierce the darkness...

Compassion fades.
Reasoning disappears.

No one can escape me...
You can’t stop me.
You can’t find me.

If you do...

You’re next.



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