Literature
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I can feel my self twisting and turning
something deep within, a nightmare if you will
Makes me squirm with disgust and when I see a mirror
Turning quickly away, as I know it will stare back at me
In the night, terror consumes me
That's the least it could do!
By all the gods, known and unknown
Hate will fill me and then it shall be done
Blood will flow like rivers
My curse will be of legends
And when I am done for, I will be the stuff of nightmares for generations to come