Killers

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She walks with grace and power nothing to stop her.

Out for blood and with the scent of fear

KILLER

shes not who she seems

the prey is me I stare into the cold eyes of this predator

I growl at her I'll not back down

the prey is now her

hunger for revenge to kill

KILLER

I lunge for her not missing

red blood spills

as the flesh is tearing

the heart as stopped

a struggle gone

I have won...

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