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I watch the wendigo, Who walks through the stream. I talk to him daily, Before I go to sleep.
For Stacy-Ann .
Life has known several extraordinary things The soul has been the in paranormals  The mind has lost its sanity The aura helps the spirit to catch the fairies of mercy, grace and love
Come close, for I have a story of a monster to tell you.   In the world among us lurks a shadow of black It slithers through the woods and soars around clouds
Dear Dean Winchester, At age four, you were raised a man. You were sent to a precarious frontline, preparing for battle.At age four, not only were you a brother, but you became a father and mother.  At age ten, you were given a gunAnd was told to
Once upon a time, there was a kid I used to know. I was a homeless man. I would sleep in a neighborhood park. And there was a kid that used to live in this neighborhood too. I never knew his name, but I did knew quite about him.
Once upon a time, there was a kid I used to know. I was a homeless man. I would sleep in a neighborhood park. And there was a kid that used to live in this neighborhood too. I never knew his name, but I did knew quite about him.
A boy born to be king, who became a nameless hero. A boy with visions and headaches, who was said to be a freak of nature.   A boy with a headstrong brother, and a drunken adopted father.
Onward and upward is the way it must be Onward and upward for Dean and Sammy Carry on through the good and the bad Remember all you learned from your dad No matter the cost, save everyone you can
I see your body beside mine.  Frail and growing pale. We were brothers, hunting demons.  Now that Lucifer has killed you, it rains red in my heart. Sammy boy,  it isn't the same
The crimson petals of the past, remind me of the colour of your lips, the rain of your weeping.   Never did you listen, when the angels warned you of my curse, all I touched went toxic,
Who am I? Is that really the question? No, that can’t be. The real question is this: Who could I be?   Somedays I’m King Arthur, strong and fair A man of valor sitting in equality’s chair
Teeth bared in the moonlight As blood drips down her face The look on his face is priceless,
there are plenty of sticky notes lining the countertops at noon when she wakes up. giving instructions for crockpots and prepared meals. 
Midnight orb, swirly silvery white, Hung against the inky black sky As the town clock chimed loudly. The city slept, living in their dreams. But a silent figure approached,
It watches from the forest. Wearing suit and tie. All the while watching you. Not an ear or an eye.   Absent of face. Present in mind. Along his back Tentacles you will find.  
It all began when Sam was small,  His mom was left dead by the worst demon of all. Sam was in college when his dad disappeared, His brother, Dean showed up without a single tear.
I sat upon moist dirt, Long after the crowds fade, Staring at this gray-stone, Your beautiful name engraved.    Inside my knees I sobbed, Hiding from the world, That is when I heard footsteps,
Lights flashingMechanics whirringThe Doctor's come at last Time passingColors blurringThe Doctor's coming fast
There is a crossroads up ahead.
Meet me at the crossroads when the moon is good and high bring me some of that moonshine we gon' make a deal tonight   Devil's in the details watch that dust kick up and swirl such a shame
  corners combined, edges bleeding together,   like a puzzle pieces fit together;   Jigsawed sides Slash lines In each other’s  Faces.   A buyer,
Until memories purged, until planets aligned to rid of earthly desires and sins in mind
The soul of an everlasting giant dwells beneath the deepWhen stars align to no divine he ascends from eons of sleep.
Inevitable as death, are smile will invert.While God shuns his eyes to unworthy souls not raptured.Addicts to flesh; never sleeping or at rest.Hunting to pray on the hunted ravenously tasting life at the pulse.
I watched you in the cage, partly bloody Circling the bars in a hellish rage. Age was hard on your heart. Two chosen others Took his offer. Who I desire is a man’s older brother
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