Garf gnash phnurrr.....
Goes the black and deadly
Phnurr
Beast which is called phnurr
It makes a nasty puree
Of your women
Children
Men
Cats and dogs of varied sexes and ages
Garf duh gnash phnurr...
Seemingly dying...
But no, it's back on the attack
I'm dying
I've gone
I can't come back.
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