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In the heart of the village, shadows twist

A boy with drums, eyes wide with innocence

He beats the rhythm of doom, hands small and pale

His smile masks the storm, a façade of purity

A serenade of darkness, composed by a child

His drumbeats herald the end, innocence cloaked in black

The cadence of chaos, the echo of dread

Marching through the night, hearts of despair

Candles flicker in trembling hands, terror reigns

The boy plays on, his tune a dirge of despair

Footsteps echo in haunted halls, whispers of doom

His gaze pierces the soul, a mirror of torment, torment

A serenade of darkness, composed by a child

His drumbeats herald the end, innocence cloaked in black

Pulse of corruption

Pulse of corruption

In the silence of dawn, blood stains the earth

A child's laughter mingles with the cries of the fallen

His rhythm relentless, the pulse of malevolence

Innocence corrupted, a harbinger of death

When the final beat fades, silence engulfs the land

The boy stands alone, his eyes void of light

In the ashes of his symphony, shadows writhe

A diabolic legacy, born from innocence lost, lost