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I watch from the darkness, I observe from above
I see a black forest, surrounding a cove
I beat my wings, moving closer still
I ready myself for the practiced kill

You may take me, for a bird from above
or maybe you see me as a raven-black dove
but either of these, I am not
but a mixture of beasts, made inside of a pot

It matters not as I charge down
my face frozen inside a frown
it matters not as you look up
and you see me coming to gobble you up.


Dreams that disturbe you when you sleep,
and haunt you when you are awake.
Make up a mirror of who and what you are,

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The following comments are for "From above."
by chill

Show Evil the Back Side of the Helping Hand
Beast Mix...!
Does that come in a Hamburger Helper?

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: June 11, 2016 )

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