I turn into
The Hulk,
Minus incredible,
I will kill you
I will hurt your ego
With evil
And darkness;
Not a step
Nearer,
You will feel
The wrath
Of darkness
Tickle your spine
I am the devil
I will eat your soul
And you will be mine;
I will consume
All in my rapture,
RUN AWAY!
Like little girls,
Fear
Shows through
Your wet pants,
Come back
Cowards
So I may devour your
Unworthy selves.
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