Once I met an injured black hawk
Wings were bleeding, neck was sore
He was trying his best to talk
So I have stayed, waiting for more
.
I said: who got you haunted horribly mate?
thy Haunters cannot even aim on you
I thought you're a flier, great
they're not good enought to take you down though
.
How weird the drawn scene in my head
How could a disarmed killer haunt the king of wind ?!
The flying chief got shot, yet he's not dead
While the killer is having a cup of tamarind...!??
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The hawk answered while suffering from pain
My killer isn't the one you think he is
I was like: what do you mean, are you insane ?!
My owner is the one who threw me in abyss ...
.
The true killer once, felt the hunger
He couldn't find something to eat
He couldn't even use his anger
To bring up some Permitted meat
.
Waiting for me to fall asleep
I felt the danger out of that man
He took a knife. I'm hurt, did creep
we've been friends since I was ten
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PoetryPsychopaths know that the best way to exploit emphatic people is take advantage of our natural desire to help and care for others. They do this by orchestrating not one, but many, pity plays. They fabricate illness; they describe fake injuries; they...
