For centuries I have been waiting,
patiently and excitedly anticipating.
To await your very birth,
so I can show you your true worth.
Let me crawl under your skin,
for inside you we can both win.
I've witnessed your conception,
it was no spectacular exception.
We are all demon seeds deep inside,
conformity makes it seem God resides.
I am that noise you hear when all alone.
I am the real king sitting on the throne.
I know you are as dark as me,
I laugh at you thinking you can be free.
Second you are born you are condemned,
to a living nightmare that has no end.
I am the one who walks over your grave,
reminding you life is no ongoing rave.
I'm the chills you feel on your neck at night,
immersing myself immensely in your fright.
Bronze trophy winner
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