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the knowledge is terrible
The Knowledge is Terrible
The silence, after all that pain,
It's unbearable.
And I know now,
(And the knowledge is terrible)
I know now why I remain.
The shadow was stalking,
ready to feast.
Ready to rip the flesh
from man and beast.
Unaware, we just kept walking.
My horse was the first to go,
screaming as it died.
Wide eyes bulging.
And from its ripped-up hide,
a river of blood started to flow.
Next was the guide,
a fine young chap.
The shadow crushed him
with a crack and a snap.
His broken body spasmed as it died.
Then all the other hunters
(they numbered seven)
found out if they
would go to heaven.
The shadow ripped their bodies asunder.
Then the shadow stopped,
and looked me in the eye.
It read my mind,
and as I tried not to cry,
something in my soul popped.
Now I’m a shadow too.
All I can do is kill.
Killing gives me such pleasure,
Killing gives me such thrill.
Someday soon, I'll kill you.
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If I make it as a writer, I'll write for the hobo, not the professor.
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