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The Entity
Copy write (c) M.Howeidi/aka/Zanymars
A thing that has been gnawing
Gnawing at the back of my mind
Thinking of it sends the chest heaving
Feeling it is as if our souls to grind
It may be the worst of all
To be felt in solitude
Or present in a crowded hall
The way it oozes around….'tis truly shrewd
Some prefer it for self-punishment
Others embrace it as a shield
Most push it away with vehement
But still it adds to its yield
This thing that bores to the very core
That rips the very soul
That leaves a scar; a scar eternally sore