I was made from fire and ice
I will kill with beautiful eyes
I am the terror in disguiseI have hunted for my rise
I have grunted in my demise
I have payed the ultimate priceYou 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
PoetryJust some lyrical stuff I randomly come up with sometimes.