She came down on me with eyes of fire
and wings of stale leather
her claws came in my flesh
as she tasted my blood
I cried out no as she tasted my blood
God help me
I will not be pray -I will not cry
This is not the day - for me to die
Drew my sword - cut the claw
Drew my sword -fucking whore
God help me.
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