Listening to the whispers of those
That were left behind, I long
For the moment that I
Step into your world of sanctuary.
Trailing behind the darkened
Allyways of the inner city,
I taste the scent of your passion
Within the bowels of my soul.
Caressing the forgiveness that
Beings portray, I rip the safety net
From beneath you, swallow you,
Nesting my offspring within your heart.
Watching you fall to your knees,
Begging for life and love.
I stare into your eyes and
Welcome you to the legion of many.
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