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Skin white like illness, cold and sticky.
Breath like death, chilly as a cave.
Heart pumps in reverse, pushes out life, a blight of nature.
A light less world, black hole sun hangs in the sky.
Death dealers, steals hope and shelters us from joy.
They walk in packs.
Tongue spits lies and flesh bullets, piercing contentment while befriending faux humans in search of real humans.
Dull fangs rip skin and spill life, leaving half dead, semi-conscious husks to promote a dull agenda.
They only exist in the periphery of our everyday, but never far away and always to close.
Peace is not know, greed is inhaled.
Watch for them to throw words and hide their tongues.