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the cradle as the child screams from within,H
is wife stares at his eyes of steel and is frightened by his g
rin. A man who was once outgoing, now shuts him
self out from the rest of humanity,He i
s alone and helpless for he cannot face his present reality
.He keeps to himself and practices his evil on his 
own,    He is not at all what he used to be
, a man with a mind that once shone.    Th
e townspeople start to gossip about the man with the bloodshot e
yes,Seldom does he sleep, it seems he 
is plainly awaiting his demise. He practic
es many types of sorcery, the kind that most men do not understan
d,One day the people are surprised when in
 the square he takes a stand.  He claims t
o be a messenger from God, a holy figure that they should admir
e, Everyone agrees these are the ravages of ol
d age, his mind has begun to tire.One
 rainy day he stood outside and spoke of his encounters with G
od,People started to mock him, they called
 him an unbelievable fraud,They shoul
d not have done so as they soon learnt,   For 
that very night, the townpeople became victims to his Twisted Real
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