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I feel my body changing,

the skin torn from my bones.

The more I scream,

the more the pain increases.

Terrible anger wants to release.

My hands have now turned into claws.

I have discovered something.

 

I am now a demon of the night.

The urge to howl is now too great.

The need for flesh screams inside of me.

I must now feast.

Not a single human will escape me.

For I have changed.