Plasma, blood, demise,
Only the Alphas will survive,
This whirl of closeness that makes you shudder,
Hush now, child, pup, don't you utter.
Territory breached, cover blown,
Fresh scarlet blood adorns the snow,
Howls of pain, owners slowly fading,
Hush now, child, pup, don't you utter.
Your sound,
Your sound, your pitiful sound,
Silence, fool! Mid-rank,
You have no authority.
Purpose lacks in your form.
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