Red in blood, black in evil, silently waiting for the day to come out once again, killing like a mindless beast in the mock of human feast, cunning no doubt with sacrifice about, ancient myths and fair tales do not explain, how this creature is so distain, with one goal to destroy, eyes to cool to see without fear, this creature will roam free so you better flee in sight of he, claws to swipe in blood, with tails in hurricanes tides that bides us here, for in genuine fear, this tear will be the last if were the blast
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