| Taste of blood spurns the life.
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| Scent of death drives on.
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| Live for the hunt, to dominate.
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| It’s instinct and desire.
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| Tooth and talon dig at flesh.
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| Snapping tendon and bone.
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| Gorging on the freshly killed.
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| Triumphant stand alone.
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| Carnivorous.
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| Misgivings of a God that is gone.
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| Era shut.
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| Never to rule again.
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| Rule!
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| Live for the hunt dialed in.
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| Predator above the rest.
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| Seeking blood, it’s only religion.
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| Alive to kill, wickedly blessed.
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| No satisfaction in acquiring prey.
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| Never receives it’s fill.
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| Born for the purpose to constantly slay.
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| To achieve an infinite kill.
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| Tooth and talon dig at flesh.
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| Snapping tendon and bone.
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| Gorging on the freshly killed.
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| Triumphant stand alone.
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| Once walked the world a king.
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| Nothing could stand before it.
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| Hostile with a purpose.
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| Stalking the warm cruor.
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| Constant hunt taking prey.
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| Never receives it’s fill.
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| Born with an instinct to slay.
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| To achieve endless kills.
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| Power behind imagination.
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| No throne could garnish it.
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| Only to fall into extinction.
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| Natural selection to blame. |