I dulled my claws and let you use me as your scratching post
I smiled till my face cracked
I bit my tongue and tasted blood
And for what...to keep the peace
[Keep the peace/ crumble to pieces]
But Mommy's gone now... and I can play...and I'll win
I sharpened my claws...the better to scratch you with
my dear
I smile....I'm pleased to see your terrified reaction
Are you scared sweetie?
You should be
You think you're so clever but all I have to say to you is this:
My hungry hands will dig your flesh and devour your scent...
I will
EAT! YOU! ALIVE!
Don't Test Me
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