A beast when provoked
Snarling, snapping.
Protect the throat and the belly.
Let no teeth and no sword
slice and spill my blood.
My entrails are not for you.
They are for none,
but the dearest who may slay me.
I do not want my blood on your hands.
I don’t want your blood
Nor do I demand sacrifices.
I ask not for the burning sun.
I am a beast,
I will tear out throats.
I refuse to submit.
Oh,
wonder that my hands are empty
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
A beast when provoked
Snarling, snapping.
Protect the throat and the belly.
Let no teeth and no sword
slice and spill my blood.
My entrails are not for you.
They are for none,
but the dearest who may slay me.
I do not want my blood on your hands.
I don’t want your blood
Nor do I demand sacrifices.
I ask not for the burning sun.
I am a beast,
I will tear out throats.
I refuse to submit.
Oh,
wonder that my hands are empty
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