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The master of illusion and confusion has arrived
To soon invade all facets of your frightened, fragile mind.
This shaker, like a shaman, introduces truth contrived
To steal away serenity while leaving seed behind.
Appearing from the ether of your often foggy dreams;
Believer and deceiver in demented mystery.
A planner with ill purpose who will implement his schemes
To overwhelm your stilted soul with false reality.
This spawn within man's shallow-minded cognitive descent
Is but a phantom all alone atop his bloodstained throne;
Though suddenly aware of his insidious intent
You still have fear to walk the talk if flesh is flayed from bone.
Contagion of collusion brings eternity of hate
To stand before the altar stone's malevolent disgrace.
He claims your destination will fulfill a brutal fate;
Compassion not denoted on his maladaptive face.
Awaken from these wretched dark and dreaded dreams of night
To gaze upon finality's sarcophagus of stones.
And soon you'll comprehend the dreams you dream to his delight,
Will cast out not one demon dwelling deep witihin your bones.
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Author Notes
This poem is written in iambic heptameter for no particular reason.
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