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Poem Three
The Cause

In the dark of night a creature stands upon a stone letting loose a fearsome cry.
Everyone shivers, everyone shakes, for the evil beast is now awake.
Lock the windows, board ‘em up, grab the 12 gauge, give em hell.
It goes into town disguised, and impossible to see.
A simple man turns to beast.
Run for your life!
One more person added to the kill.
No safe place, nowhere to hide.
That poor family up on the hill.
It goes in through the chimney, ripping, shredding, it sent them to hell.
A priest cross in hand tries to kill the beast, but wastes every shotgun shell.
Like fog consuming all, the numbers grow.
What was one, is now twelve.
The casualties keep rising, they never seem to stop.
And this way will continue till all are sent to hell.
This creature, so dark, so foul.
It knows your name, it knows your face.
This creature is no stranger to neither you nor me.
A bad day, an angry thought the cause of all this mess.
Anger and hatred, see what they caused?
Things were well, then all was lost.