Without time to waste,
Thirsty desires,
Upon their lips they must taste,
Burning with fires.
Nightmares walk,
They do not speak,
Their consumptions talk,
While they devour the weak.
Creeping, Crawling, Feeding, Destroying...
Until nothing upon the earth is left breathing!
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