• The Other Side •

Innocent Ignorance

No point in packing for a trip, they've prevented your embarking.
Take heed when the howl's begin from a beast of Brendel starving.
Silent screams of the ones that unknowingly bear the marking.
For they are meant to be the course set to feed that evil darling.

It's way down low, it's underneath,
It's far below the cities streets,
It's there that dwells that lurking beast,
Killing its craving, not in the least,
Its constantly consuming the deceased,
Its endless hunger just can't be pleased,
It's devouring the remains, piece after piece, after piece...




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