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Going to be painting on my fow us para platoon tonight, and possibly more italians and rats. Kin talking about hunters makes me laugh. So retarded.

Work tomorrow night, bleh. Here is some random poem I found I wrote many years ago:

feeling course through me
I can feel it in my veins
Why can’t you just let me be?
Why does the best seem to take the reins?

My canines grow
Hand to claw
I tear them down row by row
I show them what it means to maul

Blood on fire
Carnal desires
Of this feeling i never tire
I choose you to fill my desires

Sex and flesh
Animal and less
My strength unfolds
Eyes go cold
(end chorus)

Your fear in my nose
Sweet like a rose
My mark ripped into your skin
Your life mine for the takin