Wolf
I am the madness of a rabid dog.
The leader of the hunt, the order of the kill.
My prey are these whores that walk the world.
Hunting them is a rush, but the kill is the biggest.
The way they use their last breath to plead and beg.
It does them no good, for I'm the black wolf of death.
The leader of the pack, the ultimate killer.
Their is no campus safe from my reach.
I've hunted coast to coast.
You'll know my kills, their throats have been ripped.
I love sinking my teeth in to those silky soft necks.
As long as my pack roam.
Whores aren't safe.
The moon is full tonight, so another hunt begins.
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