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Waya Sado

As I run through the bristles of the trees The pain gets worse as I collapse on my knees Growing fur and fangs I hear rattling chains The hunt has begun I'm still not sure if I have won Something is near I have to get down Pouncing silent I tackle him to ground I speak to him the last words he will know I am Waya Sado, the Wolf Shadow...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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