My hate runs deep and burns like oil. It consumed me and torched me to the core. Black as midnight my faith remains, Dark blood seething through these viens. Living my life without a care. Where I tread you wouldn't dare. Stout as an ox I walk these lands. As cunning as a fox I stalk these lambs. Fleeing for life they run from me but the taste of their fear is so sweet. Head full of nightmares I couldn't face. In this world of chaos my sanity misplaced. One in a million or only one of my kind, fear and loathing are friends of mine. |
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