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Drifting to a place of subconscious contemplation
brings about a world of eerie sensation.
The children in the corner.
They hide from him.
The Angel of Misery, is he back yet again?
He's back. Yes he is.
With sinister plans.
The Angel of Misery holds their lives in his hands.
The blood curdling howls,
The deep, vicious laughter
makes this night an unsettling massacre.
They're forced in agony
to kneel to the floor.
Then sliced headless and tormented more.
The disturbing quiver of his lip when he speaks,
is accompanied always by the children's shrieks.
He says to the young ones,
"Children, don't fright.
Just tell your mommy and daddy-
goodnight.
They won't hear you no matter how loud you yelp.
I'm the only one who can offer you help.
I don't like to yell.
But welcome to the first day
of never ending Hell."
The gruesome tasks they're forced to start
put hatred in their minds
and terror in their hearts.
Terror in their eyes.
Terror's all they see.
Because terror is all he knows how to be.
He cleans his blade with one perfect lick.
This is the first.
Of the welcoming series of the sick.