Personification Of Assassination

Doomed before the first breath,




born out of lies,

to separate,


but not resuscitate,

the dead stay dead,

no second chances,

no saviours,



forget those who stood here before you,

wipe memories of the past,

your religion is that,

yours not mine,

rise again,

say you’re a saint,

a god,

a marvel,

to me,

you’re just one lucky son of a bitch!


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The Fear Master

I am the master of Fear In Fear Magazine, I speak for all those who come before me, hear me and you will be enticed by true fear. Dare it?

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