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Mikey Singh

Horror Tragedy Crime

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Mikey Singh

Horror Tragedy Crime

My Monster

My Monster

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I lay his head upon my stomach...

I press his face against my breasts...

Though he sleeps, he is restless...

My brother, my son, my pride, my crest...

Sleep my son, feel my body's warmth

My body is where you always belong...


He hunts the wicked in the streets...

He pulls the molesters by their feet...

In his heart, there is no remorse...

A deadly steed, my war horse!

I raised him from a baby to the Navy Seal

His body is iron, his mind is steel!


I raised a monster, a devil! a fiend!

But he is mine! My son! My very being!

He harms no innocents! He is no killer!

He is the poor man's protection, a mighty pillar!

He protects innocent girls from harm!

From the molesters and their charms!

He hunts down with righteous anger!

The flesh of the guilty quenches his hunger!


Sleep now, my innocent boy!

My little brother, my source of joy!

Your older sister will keep you safe...

From those who would harm you, with the words they say...

Only love will you get from me...

My brother, my life, my security! 



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