The In-Human
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The In-Human

Teeth made of lightening, the jaws of the storm, a voice all of thunder, a mystery born. Pounding rain on the street clouds that stoop low the mist in the alley a thin man prowls.

Pools of night water a gurgling gutter a coat that pulled tighter a terrified stutter. Tongues of lightening 'cross the sky light darkling deeds the inhuman lies.

His coat shapes his darkness the wandering gloom in his wake lies the cosmos and the galaxy's doom.

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