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Create a poem using the concepts of American Horror Story (think Edgar Allan Poe style).

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He watches as his worshiper feast to summon him from the shadows... he is ancient and requires a sacrifice to summon him from the shadows with his deer like skull head and then he will take your soul and leave you as a resemblance of him.... worship him if you dare

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Blood is red
So I bled
To see the droplets
Drop to my fingers

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one day there was a man
all he wanted was to sell  one  thing
the pain and sadness was too much
he says
"oh darn well i cant sell this one thing that sucks "
later that day his shop was destroyed because a kid knocked over one brick

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There is a boy in his bed
Thoughts all over his head
He doesn’t know if he’s asleep or awake
If he’s alive or dead

He can’t make up his mind
To be happy or to be dark as night
He cannot fight it, he is not a knight

The boy decided what to do
He will just sit there in his room
Hoping his destiny is not a doom

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Who am I, who are they
they don't know me nor
I know them, yet who am I
But a shadow with no light
But I still yarn my night
Night falls and I ignite
as this darkness takes
and takes what is mine
Thy  should I defy it night
to fix this broken light

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There is a girl in my room
She sits on my bed
She sits in front of my candle
And she sits on the countertops in my kitchen.
The girl in my room is nice
She has black long hair
She does not speak or move,
I can only see her momentarily.
We think the girl is strange
She seeks something but won't tell us
I am not frightened by the girl in my room
She keeps me company.
My vision is getting darker and my eyes shut by themselves.
I hear ringing in my ears,
But we will be okay.
We always are.

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it is very spooky right now
i dont like spooky but how
skeletons are very spooky now
especially since i dont like scary skeletons who are spooky

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An eye for an eye
A limb for a limb
If you take from me
I take from you
you take my eye
I take yours too

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“The devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. ‘Cause he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be Gods favorite soul.” (my favorite quote/small poem from the entire series)

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I ate a taco
Late last night
found an onion
and hurled it up

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I was in bed
Then with my closed eyes I saw red
It was the lights
Pain

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When i was a boy , i was a tiny boy i was a very tiny boy but i waited and waited and now i am a tall boy

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I sleep in my bed
especially when i have headaches
i sleep in bed bed
when i need a break