Can you hear the signature shrills of the sacrificed
those pronounce squeals in their last moments of stifle.
A repertoire of repetitive pleadings resonating in chills
my indifferent to proclamations of innocence when I kill
Rubbish rouse of rhetoric smacks of self-serving squawk
a predator I must stalk, my taste for blood I never forgot
Wheezing whimpers your whining wails incite my temper    
A quick death fang and claw No! just the last man you saw

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