Arik Fletcher (Zimbabwe)
His mind is full of secrets and his heart consumed by lies,
His soul forever wandering as Mother Mary cries,
Destruction in his wake and naught but pain and hurt to find,
A demon to the world around despised by all mankind.
His voice knows only anger and his eyes show no remorse,
His hate like fire burning fuelled by hell's eternal force,
Damnation is his mission and disaster his true cause,
A nightmare incarnation baring fangs and golden claws.
His form is known to many though he goes by different names,
His reach is far and varied ever growing through his claims,
Corruption is his promise to this world in his control,
For he is the beast in all of us- the shadow on our soul.
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