wheatfield of horrors and the hunting dogs

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an enormous dog
large pieces of skin are gone
bone is exposed bare

its thrashes aren't good
it snaps, bites and might kill you
i know flames sure would

hellfire, burn bright babe
blessed be the beasts that breathe
without the burning ash

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