Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
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He’s a demon, born of rage,
A twisted soul confined to flesh,
Innocence lost in life’s cruel stage,
A shadow cast in every breath.
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A demon cloaked in human skin,
Carved from lies, deceit, and sin.
His blood, a curse passed down the line,
Generations bound in chains of time.
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Cursed bloodline — marked by shame,
A legacy wrapped in endless blame.
Narcissists who wear false crowns,
Building empires that tear souls down.
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Entitled criminals with empty eyes,
Addicts caught in webs of lies.
Each one doomed to play their part,
In a broken play of shattered hearts.
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A family tree with roots in pain,
Where no love lived, only disdain.
Born from fire, born from scorn,
This demon soul should not have been born.
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