My blood will never buy you grace

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You’re just another Sadist case

A military grade weapon carrying disgrace

A grip on compassion, you ain’t got a trace

A dirty mouthed smirk plastered on your face

You’re a synthetic killer; not your natural place

Tears are shed for my kind, to kill me- a waste

For you- comeuppance will come! Post haste!

[The blood of a Fudd, my kind wants a taste]

Your barbaric & cruel killing volition

I avoid your kind [innate bipedal suspicion]

The lies that you tell, paint my kind the villain 

It’s you & your ilk that crave my blood spilling

Your eager trigger finger ready for killing

This forest is mine, Fudd. You’re unbidden 

Voices sing my name. You remain unforgiven

Your killing of my kind is utterly senseless 

Because I kill deer? Fudd, I’m morally offenseless

While your ilk lack the most basic moral compass

You camo clad, gun toting, bipedal menace

Traps. Arrows. Bullets. Snares. You lot are relentless 

Military costumed, faux apex pretentious 

The big, bad lore you use to demonize?

 A bounty on my head, the greed monetize 

Smear campaign chock full of wolf lies

To trap me, then shoot me, then self aggrandize

May my teeth be the last thing seen by your dark, deadened eyes.




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