Predator of the Skies
I am an agile predator of the skies,
I roam the skies fearlessly,
Searching for prey down below;
Just hope I don't see you wandering alone,
Because once I find you,
You better hide, flee or run along;
Once I descend to catch you,
The last thing you will see are my wings,
Bashing air, pinning you down;
The last thing you will smell
Will be your blood spilt;
The last thing you will feel
Will be my claws and beak,
Ripping your flesh, crushing your bones;
Shredding you,
Until your heart starts beating...
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