You hear the Gristers scratch and claw
You know you’ve heard them all along
It starts with one
That’s all it takes
They even appear from sewer grates
If they know you see them, then all is done
You wish they would just be gone
As on your soul they start to gnaw

The Gristers, they are always near
And you shall find no comfort here
For there is only one true escape
It is through a silver blade
With this item your death is made
And you can finally leave this grotesque land scape
Credit To – Kiara

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