It
Day or night,
It attacks.
Feasting upon thy weak,
Death is what it attracts.
In the air, sea, and land.
What others don't see,
It easilly can.
For its weapon,
Is its mind.
Even if it was seven,
You cannot hide.
It is the animal,
That brings its own death.
"World peace"
Is its quest.
It is what other animals are fearing,
You can easilly call it,
The human being.
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Hey, call me Gerry. Well i am a junior at my school. I can't say my english is well. However, i really do want to become an english teacher. It has always been my best subject. Well anyways, i am 17, play guitar and love expressing my views about life.
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