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Oak on fire and a pale clenched fist,
Cross that razor with a demon's sword and guard your wrist,
It's yes then no then the roar of the tidal wave crashing down drowning all of this,
Whatever I thought I knew of you was trash, ignorance was bliss,
An entire army hunting one fox, who would have dreamed it,
When they finally corner you I wonder if you'll be missed.
Cross that razor with a demon's sword and guard your wrist,
It's yes then no then the roar of the tidal wave crashing down drowning all of this,
Whatever I thought I knew of you was trash, ignorance was bliss,
An entire army hunting one fox, who would have dreamed it,
When they finally corner you I wonder if you'll be missed.
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 76px
File Size 573 B
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