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Fangs Not Tainted

This betrayal has ripped the last pathetic seam,
and my mind pours out a very demonic dream.
Twice, not once, I have spared you your life!
Three time's the charm, and I shall leave you in strife.

You have taken every little thing I have loved,
and now I strike you with fierce claws; not gloved.
Now your lustful soul shall be ripped from this land,
for I will now murder you where you sourly stand!

Do you feel the passion flowing,
like the red blood from your neck?
Do you feel your heart slowing,
as you watch this emotional wreck?

I laugh with devious thoughts as you scream in pain,
and you cry out for mercy like yourself in vain.
Twice, not once, I had spared you your life!
Three times, you're out, and I leave you in strife.

I have taken your life in exchange for the taken love,
that hit me like the bronze bullet strikes the innocent dove.
But I am the wolf that snarls at my heart's ripped seam,
and I shall let this burn in your mind like a dream.

Did you like how I killed you,
with claws that slashed I bet?
Did you like how I left you,
with fangs not tainted yet?

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