Hold on tight,
to the things you hold dear,
for when I take them,
you will be gripped with fear,
wondering why I would do this,
I will tell you,
the losses i have endured,
have made me a monster,
the restraints have fallen away,
all your begging,
and crying,
me they will not sway.
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