I was made from fire and ice
I will kill with beautiful eyes
I am the terror in disguise
I have hunted for my rise
I have grunted in my demise
I have payed the ultimate price
You will run and it's no fun,
for I will prey and pray for you,
But you will stay and stray from who?
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Poems of a loving poet
ПоэзияJust some lyrical stuff I randomly come up with sometimes.
