A night when the moon was at its highest peak The dead flesh of man made the forest reek, The thing that killed them already fled leaving the forest painted red; The deed was done by a man with a devil’s hunger who burned many villages and hurt and plundered He had no remorse not even a shred But every human’s heart was filled with dread Even if someone begged on their knees he’d just kill them and laugh with ease,
he wasn’t a man, he was the son of monstrosity and everything he ever did was an act of atrocity he is murderous, bloody, and full of lust he’s a savage, an animal, never give him your trust If you ever see him run and hide Don’t think about fighting him other men have tried…
When the tummy is empty It cries for food When the mind is disturbed It shouts with anger When the tummy is half filled, it asks for more when the mind is unsteady it shouts but repent instantly When the
Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of retribution.
As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the
I’m fasting now for full four days and moribund is my hunger not me. First day I wasn’t tough though, I thought it will kill me, but slowly I detached myself with this insatiable hunger, it’s dying not me. The