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YOUNG AND MENACE
Woke up on the wrong side of reality, And there's a madness that's just coursing right through me. And as far as the time, far as the time, Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've arrived. Oops I did it again, I Forgot what I was losing my mind about. I only wrote this down to make you press rewind And send a message, "I was young and a menace." ━━━━━━━━━━━━
people were enemies, that was the first and upmost important rule his father had taught him, besides the one that established that you were nothing unless you made fear seep into the body and let it choke people into submission. if they were not from the tribe, then they were there to only seek havoc and destruction, to slash you up and leave you for dead as they took everything they could to soothe their sickly avarice. it had never occurred to him, either then or now, that it was such a close-minded idea to believe in, and certainly hypocritical considering the things his father orchestrated against other smaller tribes. but he was-is only a machine, meant to only fight for his people, and be punished if he even so much took a mental glimpse at the morality of everything he was taught. they were right, strangers were wrong, and meant to be destroyed by his jaws or claws.
the spots in front of his icy blue eyes had begun to overtake his vision as the first sign of life besides his own came into view. it took some moments for his senses to pick up on the stranger in front of him, who seems to be standing there, not doing anything besides staying silent and being the prime example of what his father would call a perfect target. however, he does nothing at all, besides leaving even more crimson liquid on the ground below him and heavily wheeze in and out oxygen that burned his throat. were he less battered and be in total sync with his mind, the pathetic little thing in front of him would have been torn to shreds in mere seconds. yet here he is, barely narrowing his eyes into slits and understanding that this was a stranger in front of him. however, when the creature began to get closer to him and form unfamiliar (yet oh so familiar... was this little prey part of the group he escaped from?) words with his mouth, boy pulls back his lips to form a disgusting snarl, blood-tinted canines on full display. but is it from the sudden spikes of pain running through his body, or a warning to not even dare get closer to him? even he doesn't know.
more spots clog up his vision and his breathing has become more shaky.
the spots in front of his icy blue eyes had begun to overtake his vision as the first sign of life besides his own came into view. it took some moments for his senses to pick up on the stranger in front of him, who seems to be standing there, not doing anything besides staying silent and being the prime example of what his father would call a perfect target. however, he does nothing at all, besides leaving even more crimson liquid on the ground below him and heavily wheeze in and out oxygen that burned his throat. were he less battered and be in total sync with his mind, the pathetic little thing in front of him would have been torn to shreds in mere seconds. yet here he is, barely narrowing his eyes into slits and understanding that this was a stranger in front of him. however, when the creature began to get closer to him and form unfamiliar (yet oh so familiar... was this little prey part of the group he escaped from?) words with his mouth, boy pulls back his lips to form a disgusting snarl, blood-tinted canines on full display. but is it from the sudden spikes of pain running through his body, or a warning to not even dare get closer to him? even he doesn't know.
more spots clog up his vision and his breathing has become more shaky.
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YOUNG AND MENACE
Woke up on the wrong side of reality, And there's a madness that's just coursing right through me. And as far as the time, far as the time, Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've arrived. Oops I did it again, I Forgot what I was losing my mind about. I only wrote this down to make you press rewind And send a message, "I was young and a menace." ━━━━━━━━━━━━
people were enemies, that was the first and upmost important rule his father had taught him, besides the one that established that you were nothing unless you made fear seep into the body and let it choke people into submission. if they were not from the tribe, then they were there to only seek havoc and destruction, to slash you up and leave you for dead as they took everything they could to soothe their sickly avarice. it had never occurred to him, either then or now, that it was such a close-minded idea to believe in, and certainly hypocritical considering the things his father orchestrated against other smaller tribes. but he was-is only a machine, meant to only fight for his people, and be punished if he even so much took a mental glimpse at the morality of everything he was taught. they were right, strangers were wrong, and meant to be destroyed by his jaws or claws.
the spots in front of his icy blue eyes had begun to overtake his vision as the first sign of life besides his own came into view. it took some moments for his senses to pick up on the stranger in front of him, who seems to be standing there, not doing anything besides staying silent and being the prime example of what his father would call a perfect target. however, he does nothing at all, besides leaving even more crimson liquid on the ground below him and heavily wheeze in and out oxygen that burned his throat. were he less battered and be in total sync with his mind, the pathetic little thing in front of him would have been torn to shreds in mere seconds. yet here he is, barely narrowing his eyes into slits and understanding that this was a stranger in front of him. however, when the creature began to get closer to him and form unfamiliar (yet oh so familiar... was this little prey part of the group he escaped from?) words with his mouth, boy pulls back his lips to form a disgusting snarl, blood-tinted canines on full display. but is it from the sudden spikes of pain running through his body, or a warning to not even dare get closer to him? even he doesn't know.
more spots clog up his vision and his breathing has become more shaky.
the spots in front of his icy blue eyes had begun to overtake his vision as the first sign of life besides his own came into view. it took some moments for his senses to pick up on the stranger in front of him, who seems to be standing there, not doing anything besides staying silent and being the prime example of what his father would call a perfect target. however, he does nothing at all, besides leaving even more crimson liquid on the ground below him and heavily wheeze in and out oxygen that burned his throat. were he less battered and be in total sync with his mind, the pathetic little thing in front of him would have been torn to shreds in mere seconds. yet here he is, barely narrowing his eyes into slits and understanding that this was a stranger in front of him. however, when the creature began to get closer to him and form unfamiliar (yet oh so familiar... was this little prey part of the group he escaped from?) words with his mouth, boy pulls back his lips to form a disgusting snarl, blood-tinted canines on full display. but is it from the sudden spikes of pain running through his body, or a warning to not even dare get closer to him? even he doesn't know.
more spots clog up his vision and his breathing has become more shaky.
Spoiler:
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YOUNG AND MENACE
Woke up on the wrong side of reality, And there's a madness that's just coursing right through me. And as far as the time, far as the time, Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've arrived. Oops I did it again, I Forgot what I was losing my mind about. I only wrote this down to make you press rewind And send a message, "I was young and a menace." ━━━━━━━━━━━━
people were enemies, that was the first and upmost important rule his father had taught him, besides the one that established that you were nothing unless you made fear seep into the body and let it choke people into submission. if they were not from the tribe, then they were there to only seek havoc and destruction, to slash you up and leave you for dead as they took everything they could to soothe their sickly avarice. it had never occurred to him, either then or now, that it was such a close-minded idea to believe in, and certainly hypocritical considering the things his father orchestrated against other smaller tribes. but he was-is only a machine, meant to only fight for his people, and be punished if he even so much took a mental glimpse at the morality of everything he was taught. they were right, strangers were wrong, and meant to be destroyed by his jaws or claws.
the spots in front of his icy blue eyes had begun to overtake his vision as the first sign of life besides his own came into view. it took some moments for his senses to pick up on the stranger in front of him, who seems to be standing there, not doing anything besides staying silent and being the prime example of what his father would call a perfect target. however, he does nothing at all, besides leaving even more crimson liquid on the ground below him and heavily wheeze in and out oxygen that burned his throat. were he less battered and be in total sync with his mind, the pathetic little thing in front of him would have been torn to shreds in mere seconds. yet here he is, barely narrowing his eyes into slits and understanding that this was a stranger in front of him. however, when the creature began to get closer to him and form unfamiliar (yet oh so familiar... was this little prey part of the group he escaped from?) words with his mouth, boy pulls back his lips to form a disgusting snarl, blood-tinted canines on full display. but is it from the sudden spikes of pain running through his body, or a warning to not even dare get closer to him? even he doesn't know.
more spots clog up his vision and his breathing has become more shaky.
the spots in front of his icy blue eyes had begun to overtake his vision as the first sign of life besides his own came into view. it took some moments for his senses to pick up on the stranger in front of him, who seems to be standing there, not doing anything besides staying silent and being the prime example of what his father would call a perfect target. however, he does nothing at all, besides leaving even more crimson liquid on the ground below him and heavily wheeze in and out oxygen that burned his throat. were he less battered and be in total sync with his mind, the pathetic little thing in front of him would have been torn to shreds in mere seconds. yet here he is, barely narrowing his eyes into slits and understanding that this was a stranger in front of him. however, when the creature began to get closer to him and form unfamiliar (yet oh so familiar... was this little prey part of the group he escaped from?) words with his mouth, boy pulls back his lips to form a disgusting snarl, blood-tinted canines on full display. but is it from the sudden spikes of pain running through his body, or a warning to not even dare get closer to him? even he doesn't know.
more spots clog up his vision and his breathing has become more shaky.
Spoiler:
i got your girl on panic, iced out my wrist, titanic ☾* premades ☾* gone