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7 The Ferocious
Tommy Lee Thomas Jr.
"They Claw At Your Feet From Understanding, But You Don't Want To Understand Them, Get Into Your Minds Some How They Do." "Their Like Sharp Twigs They Feel And They'll Point You To You Last Meal. When They Speak They Sound Of A Broken Melody, A Lullaby Or Never To Be Born, Clawing In Scorn." "In Packs They Can Resemble With Run, But That Run They Will Take In The Wrong Direction, Correction Is What They Need, From Ferocious To Friend, A Uncorrupt Seed."

Tags: Prophetic


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