x She thinks,

x That, perhaps, she had known all along

x That maybe it was her own self

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x monsteranimalsavage

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x All the death around her never once made her stomach turn.

x Never choked up sour bile over a corpse

x As sanguine rivers pooled around her feet,

x She stared.

x Gunsmoke and sewer mud

x Always smelled like home

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x beastcut-throatmuderer

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x Killers don't go to Heaven;

x No, they rot in the blood that they spilled.

x She knows what her future will be,

x That the leash will always be coiled around her neck,

x Waiting

x To

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x Choke.

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x guarddogbloodhoundmongrel

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x Once upon a time,

x In a small village near a war,

x A little girl slaughtered hundreds.

x And all the war strong soldiers, big and brave and cold,

x Whispered quietly

x About the monster sitting behind them.

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x murderermurderermurderer

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x She thinks that from her very first day as a killer.

x That she knew what a monster she was.

x That she knew of her future as a bloodhound, and that

x There was a monster inside her

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x and it wanted out.

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x murderermurderermonster

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x The streets ran acrid copper,

x With the blood of the children she had massacred.

x But she tried not to think about about these things for very long;

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x After all, empty eyes needn't look too closely.