Werewolves
I took form changed before themas you find many turned
its night so live animals between time
as we hear your end
along comes our children
eyes white as we look for food
people my first find
a satisfying source
i smell blood
while i hear your scream
i cant see your face till it's too late
now your a part of me
and as you change form
you join this life
and learn the truth
and it cuts like a knife
and its just us under the moon
animals between time
as we watch these mortals these food sacks
forget about us which makes hunting more sublime
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