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The rain pouring down,

down to the ground.

For this was sick,

just like a movie flick.



The blood rolling down his throat,

the warmth of his coat.

Taunting him to snap her neck,

since her name was Beck.

Feeling her hooror,

like there was no tommorrow.

He let her fall to the ground,

on top of a dirt mound.

walking away to the coll, dark bay.



He looked across.

At the moons reflection,

but heard a rejection.

As he went to look at his,

he was amiss.

For he did not have a reflection,

nor a soul.

He wanted to run,

to run from the gun.

The gun holding him astray.

He just wanted a soul,

just so he could have a cold.

Standing in the shawdows,

with her gown of white,

for she could not stop this plight.

People dying,

and people crying.

For this was a plague.

As she tended to the sick,

while others would just flick.

Flick them away,

just like a bug on the bay.

She wanted to be close to the dying,

since she could not die.

she wanted to know what it was like.

what it was like to fight.

Fight the terror away,

just as death would say,

"your time is here".

the blood on her hands she licked off,

so she sank to her knees.

Now her gown was red,

red with the color of the dead.

Just like she herself was,

The Queen of Bamasz.

She stood in the dark.

Afraid to move.

For in fear that she would make a mark.

Moving along the wall,

trying not to fall.

Then she kicked somthing,

and hoped that it was nothing.

looking down she saw a boot,

and started to scoot.

Scoot away from her impending death,

for she wanted to name her chile Beth.

Then the door opened an inch,

an she started to pinch.

Pinch the time away,

hoping that he would be led astray.

But he was not to forget.

The he saw her.

Inching away,

so he used paralyzing spray.

And he took her to his kitchen,

to drain her since she could not be bitching,

Then he took her child,

and named her Demar.