In a psychotic rage.
I can hear a weird growl,
coming from the eerie forest.
I’m surrounded by danger,
wicked beasts are closing in.
They are brutal and vicious,
these creatures of the night.
From the sound of their howls,
they are in a psychotic rage.
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