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Jun 2010
I walk with the moon upon my back
searching alone , no need for a  pack
I hunt for you wherever you are
To take you down, to make you howl

You think you are so powerful with your brutal strength
but, I am oh so much stronger than you may ever think
I fear you not, only deep despise
Your bully, macho ******* will be your sweet demise
I'll take your hairy *** down, with one fatal blow
and laugh at you as you shrink back,to a quivering little *******

And, if I choose to I will drain you dry
taking that ugly mug, as a sentimental prize

I'll then take flight with a great sense of pride
off to my darken castle ,but not to hide
I'll hang your head upon my hellish mantel
and then I will continue on my happily ever after......
Written by
Angela
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