god will always be there
Watching your every movement
Telling me what you’re doing
At all times
And when he sayd you're asleep
I’ll come
Come when everything’s still
Even time
There would be no time for screaming
No time for moving
No time for crying
Nothing to do but watch me
Stabbing you
'till death comes
Slowly dragging you
thats is, until the stilled winds begin to move
then he’ll slowly begin to go into his under ground home
With blood splattered on walls and broken bones around
From his other evening feasts
Eating your flesh like
Devouring each eyeball
While there’s blood
Simple blood
Running down his arm
Dripping on the floor
plip. plop. plip. Plop
Makes him devour more of your flesh
Finally leaving nothing
But your bloody bones
Rotting with the others
TheEbilBunni Community Member 
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