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Killer Instinct

The deadly smell of

Blood slowly fills

The moist, humid air,

Silently the terrified

Prey crouches hoping

To hide within

The Dark Night’s


A bloodthirsty aura

Looms in front of

The white moon

Drenching it Black

From it’s Inner Demons,

The predator hunts

In Passion,

The Prey will not Escape

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