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The Inhuman Race
An Inverted
race of abominations
I try to wake you up
but you won't listen
No end in sight,
to their suffocation
A virus,
which has infected the host population
All around they are,
these fallen stars
I try to tell you about the bible
and the devil
But you won't listen
They sublminally attack your mind
with their handsigns
Putting you under a spell;
these witches
I try to open your eyes,
but you refuse to see
You've been decieved
but you think you have the answers
These people,
aren't people
Wearing the skin
like a suit
Inside a monster
lives
Their eyes go white
briefly
Smiling through their teeth,
flipping their tongues like a snake,
Wearing the skin like
a suit,
Hiding in
plain sight,
These
Devils
