The First Casualty

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I was never a predator

Astounding she says in contrast

To the ferosity that radiates

From me now and my past

But the blood dripping from my chin

Supposedly another casualty

Firework eyes that no longer burst in flames

A shrouded soul by the shadows around

Just another beast set loose

To drench these ghostly streets

With a sacrifice of lust and greed

I would drink you from the cracks

To somehow reignite

Those eyes that once filled the streets

In violent light

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