The genuine one
Lies uncorrupted.
Feeling forced
To crack that survivor
Our instinct draws near,
Dwells inside with savagery
Tempt it to the unknown.
Now it's the prey
No casket around
Must act fast
Digging the hole, blood runs.
Smell its fears.
Smell its fears.
To recreate the path
To your pheretrum
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