

HuntedMy head aches and my legs are tired, We have been on the move for hours. Through the blinding snow we give chase, Even the faint moonlight is painful in its reflection.Hunted
Our quarry leads us into the forest’s depths, He is young, inexperienced, arrogant. And for that unforgivable crime of nature, He will die.
The pounding of my heart drowns all else, Yet I know it is nothing as to his. The fear of death has never been there for me, And for a moment I pity him.
In that single moment of angst he stumbles, And my siblings and I are upon him. He
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ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
I WILL FUCK YOU WITH A RAKE
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ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
I WILL FUCK YOU WITH A RAKE
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ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
I WILL FUCK YOU WITH A RAKE
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ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
I WILL FUCK YOU WITH A RAKE
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