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Dominating the otherwise bare room

A Twisted Statue obscenely portrayed

A Dark shape to inspire coming Doom;

Which by Human hands could not have been made

Now a high pitched keening whine fills your mind

Your eyes pull towards the black marble Monster

Complete pure Evil emanates- confined

Drawn towards despair; Fear is the lure

Evil's eyes flash- hypnotize. Deep Crimson.

A touch is all you need to understand

Know Evil- a touch to commit the sin

Closer, until contact by your own hand

Brightness- now vehement evil to wear

Through the statues eyes forever to stare...

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