Free-Style of Edgar Allen.

The predator was out to kill,
Everything was quiet and still,
Laying there motionless on his bed,
Little did he know he'd soon lose his head,
Time wore on day by day,
His impatience got in his way,
Losing time he soon awakes,
Even the dawning could't save his fate,
What lay motionless under his floor,
Every police man at his door,
After they searched high and low,
He realized he had no where to go,
The heart beats louder under the floor,
Boom, Boom, Boom, in his head,
Till they didn't have to search anymore.

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Our world


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