11

While he slept,

while he dreamed,

I visited him,

showed him things,

thing he wished not to see,

a river of blood,

a valley of darkness,

buried within was his sin,

too late did he cry,

he was already gone,

 for I had his seedling,

for I had his soul,

so run dear reader,

keep far away,

because I am coming,

the beast,

is here to stay.

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I am the first born, and I will be the last

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