Because you have to.
There's the prey: again, again,his tail aflutter, done no wrong,while I jaw with paw athorned.When mistletoe becomes missile thrownWhen a kiss becomes a killWhere will I be and in which tale absorbed?The answer's here, in my hatred heartand murdered lungs - I, hunter, love in blood.
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There's the prey: again, again,
his tail aflutter, done no wrong,
while I jaw with paw athorned.
When mistletoe becomes missile thrown
When a kiss becomes a kill
Where will I be and in which tale absorbed?
The answer's here, in my hatred heart
and murdered lungs - I, hunter, love in blood.
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