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Not so evil
Let me cry tears of remorse as I am hunted down not for who I am but for who I have become. Red eyes is not the future I intended for, neither disease of this clause. To keep my composure,
Hunt me down if you may,
I will strike after day,
Fangs flared,
Red eyes glared,
No family, nor brother or mother.
Cuts in one hand,
And blood in the other.
Let me cry tears of remorse as I am hunted down not for who I am but for who I have become. Red eyes is not the future I intended for, neither disease of this clause. To keep my composure,
Hunt me down if you may,
I will strike after day,
Fangs flared,
Red eyes glared,
No family, nor brother or mother.
Cuts in one hand,
And blood in the other.