Pretty Monster

They feed you praise, your monster's soul devours,

The good side of your heart eclipsed,

The demon's heart blossoms and flowers,

Weeds strangling a rose,

You know it all, you prance and pose,

Height of intelligence, 'fabulous good looks',

You managed to choose both beauty and books,

They will praise you until the monster soul breaks free,

Kills, destroys and strangles everything that it sees.

The End

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