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He Who Walks Behind the Rows

I am the monster who lives in the night.
The creature who despises all light.

I take the children and make them mindless.
The Chosen, I make him spineless.

The corn is my crop which needs care,
Someone young who will always be there.

I am the monster that llives in the night.
The creature who despises all light.


Micah Balding..The Second Chosen

His father would beat him but
I bet he didn't see this one
coming.

His mother wasn't there and
maybe she didn't even care. She
too never saw it coming.

Their son became the children's
leader and he rose to the top
fast but then had a great fall.

They didn't try to help, they too didn't
care. The smiles on the small children
now turned upside down.

This was Micah's finally thing to see before
he met their Savior, He Who Walks Behind
the Rows.


Ode to the Rows

He saw everything in the dead of night,
a creature that needed no light.
He came and went as he pleased
but his face was never seen.

He was the evil that lived in the corn.
He nevered smiled, only scrowled.
His eyes were bright, yellow, and round.
His face was awful, streached and gorged.

The children of Gatlin were his slaves,
they did as they were told and never disobeied.
Their minds were flawed, weak, and fragile,
He took then and gave them power.

The Chosens were just as bad,
they preached and whined until
they were satisfied.
He turned them into little puppets
and by the end, could never stop it.

He is the creature who thrives on pain,
He craves the flesh and the brains.
The creature is known by many names
but in the end, they're all the same.


Micah's Ode

With eyes that blaze when
the sun goes down.

And hair that sways in
the gental wind.

A voice that speaks soft
and low,

Then shouts when the
wind begins to blow.

You are the One who
lights up the night

And speaks to my
mind, just out of sight.

You play with my
head and you know that you do

But I will survive,
for I love you.


Iaasc's Ode

Loud and proud,
you always have
something to say.

You're short and young
your future brightly shone.

You think you know everything,
that must be fun.

You're sorta cute but
don't get your hopes up.

You died at the cross
but came back 19 year later.

You'll always be the first,
the one who started it all.

You'll always have a
special place in everybody's heart.


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