Back from the
grave with her,
Glistening fangs
and her gleaming claws,
Those teeth that pierce
and claws like saws,
Her bold red eyes
that hit the moon,
Her tail will slither
over your flesh,
Cutting it with daggers
concealed beneath her fur,
I could run, I could scream,
but what help would that do,
Love isn’t the answerer
it’s hate over verchou,
Hope and prare will fall
short at the feet of murder,
My fate is awaiting and
it will be here soon,
Don’t close your eyes,
don’t move an inch,
She found me,
she will find you.
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