What foul and wretched sight did mine eyes just behold?
A vision so vile, it makes my blood run cold.
I wouldst that I had ne'er laid eyes upon that cursed image,
For now my mind is plagued with its foul visage.
Methinks I saw a fiend from Hell's fiery depths,
With eyes of blood and fangs that gnash and grind their teeth.
Its skin was putrid, its flesh was rotting,
And its stench was so foul, it made my stomach churning.
I wouldst that I could bleach my eyes,
To erase that foul image from my mind.
But alas, it is too late.
The sight of that fiend has scarred my soul,
And I fear that I shall never be the same again.
Oh, cursed image, why didst thou cross my path?
I wouldst that I had never seen thee,
For now I am haunted by thy foul visage.
I cringe at the thought of thee,
And my heart beats faster with fear.
Oh, that I could turn back time,
And undo the moment I laid eyes upon thee.
But alas, it is too late.
The damage has been done,
And my soul is forever scarred.
I warn all who read these words:
Beware the foul images that lurk on the internet.
For if you see them, they will haunt your dreams,
And your soul will be forever scarred.
