it stalks the streets with relentless fury looking for a victim it sets up shop on your block and walks in the form of a person it is animalistic in its rage a bigger form of it rises and as it swoops down with a thunderous crash it shall rise again it is evil, said the old man and it cant die it holds in all molds and it cant be stopped as it comes forward pridefully fittingly, as master it runs the streets as it sees fit and there is no reprieve what you don't know cant hurt you, say the experts but they don't know either because when your hairs rise up on the back of your neck and you begin to snarl be warned,its the evil and its walking among you silently like the killer that it is...Birth sign: Aries
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