My words like lightening
striking all about
as I grow fangs with little bite
Head is hanging around
but I wasn't lost
until you shed the light
What I'm known for
is what I digress in
What I long for
to bring forth new sin
I bind myself with sight
as I humbly pronounce, "with haste, sire".
What I'm becoming known for...
for slaughtering kin
What I long for?
I long to recover meaning within
Holding on without might
to live razor wire
The rewards are shocking...
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