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A wave of silence spreads, As I stalk my prey, Hidden out of its sight, In human tall grasses, I proceed in stealth, With each calculated step. Unwavering focus and complete caution, For all would be lost with just an unnecessary action. Eyes drilled on the target, Canines licked clean by my impatient tongue, Moving in the lust of tasting a deer young. It's hard to mask all that killing intent, To hide in a plain sight, And pounce within a frame. Only a thought keeps me going, **** or get killed as goes the saying. To run faster than the fastest, To dig those godly claws; devil for some, And bring down the strongest. Drag down the prey, Taste its cold sweat, And those body fluids of helplessness and despair Just before its death, As I savage its flesh. - *The ******
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
The hunt
A wave of silence spreads, As I stalk my prey, Hidden out of its sight, In human tall grasses, I proceed in stealth, With each calculated step. Unwavering focus and complete caution, For all would be lost with just an unnecessary action. Eyes drilled on the target, Canines licked clean by my impatient tongue, Moving in the lust of tasting a deer young. It's hard to mask all that killing intent, To hide in a plain sight, And pounce within a frame. Only a thought keeps me going, **** or get killed as goes the saying. To run faster than the fastest, To dig those godly claws; devil for some, And bring down the strongest. Drag down the prey, Taste its cold sweat, And those body fluids of helplessness and despair Just before its death, As I savage its flesh. - *The ******
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
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