Death-the hunter

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I dream of it.

Breathe it and pursue it.

Oh, the smell of it all around me.

The ever consuming power to have others lives at my fingertips.

To have all this satisfaction that seems to never stay content.

Always wanting more and more.

It's never enough.

Adrenaline flowing fast through my veins.

The need to take more is so strong.

It seems to get stronger.

My way of life.

One day I may become the hunted instead of the hunter.

When that moment comes I will be ready to fight the biggest fight I have ever imagine to survive against the enemy.

The never ending desire to kill.

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