Never the one to fight first Always peaceful But i cant seem to quench this thirst Ten on four and ready to take on the odds Waiting watching ready to strike My blood boils My heart races Time to take them on Ready to snap Visions of the carnage fresh within my mind Snapped back by my brother Retreat in progress What has happened to me I had just stood waiting for the blood to flow from me or them This monster has never reared its head like this before Am i losing control?
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