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Weaving Her Web of Deceit and Evil
the dark angel sits upon the ledge above the city she watches the decadence below...people hiding in fear a smile crept upon her lips...her eyes beginning to glow this was her world now...weaving her web of deceit and evil the city becomes alive at night with the raucous parties twisted minds roamed streets...decent people ran for cover it was not a safe place to be...she reveled in the fear this was her world now...weaving her web of deceit and evil many minds had been open to her inquiring nudges they had been the cesspools of humanity as she pried molding them to her whims...creating the festering pit this was her world now...weaving her web of deceit and evil the evil grew each day as the good was losing its battle to survive soon they would be gone...then the city would be hers she would then earn her right to be queen of the dark this was her world now...weaving her web of deceit and evil the sun began to edge up the horizon...another day approached her work was complete for now...but she would return again taking flight from the sun...she headed for the underworld this was her world now...weaving her web of deceit and evil Vote for this poem
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