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The Phantom
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The Phantom

The apparition force, what the eye's can't see.
A carnivorous-being, is insearch for food.
Using radar hearing, to escape and flee.
As the phantom chase me, I ain't ready to die.

This ghostly predator, try to reach out, and grab me.
Using sonorous noise, to distract this creature.
As I happen to see this illusional monster.
I only have one way, to destroy it.

Unleashing this sonic-boom rage, that was inside me.
Double the sound, that have distract it before.
As the phantom was slowly mincing apart.
I have defeated this ghostly predator.

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