Hellhound
When death comes around
Try not to be found
Hard to get away from a HELLHOUND
They stay mean and tightly wound
Can smell you even off the ground
Up and down, Even round and round
Won't stop till your in the mound
Their growl a demonic sound
Chewing up your flesh pound to pound
Flesh from bone no longer bound
He will come around
Knows where you can be found
Eyes of fire that HELLOUND
Your path will be unwound
They come from the ground
You won't make it another round
Can you imagine your mound
From there not a sound
Against the soil you can pound
It's over your bound!
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