Monsters
Man hunt us
On land and in the air
Now we were homeless, hopeless and hungry
Sick of running we decide to fight
They taught we were monsters with red demonic eyes and fangs sharp as a knife
Echo were heard as they slaughter us
Really now, we were just humble pets that like squeaky toys and belly rubs.
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Malkin of Tabbyland
PoetryCongratulations to the winner of our March 2019 Contest @ImperfectPsychotic04! Hello and Welcome to the Poets Pub 2019 March contest.
