slowly closing in
surrounding to attack
wicked beasts
with rabid grins
slobbering foam
from their snarling mouths
they are animals
they are animals
in the wrappings of humans
clothes covering fur
leather gloves encasing
razor-sharp talons

i stand on a precipice
about to fall
dirt clumps breaking away
descending from the blue
to the brown
these animals
look like humans
but they thirst for blood
they don’t understand
what i am
they don’t condone
my lifestyle

their cult
their faction
their cell
their sect
coven
covey
group
society
murder
don’t care about my life

my race scares them
i make them question themselves
they do not feel secure
with my open-minded
& accepting kind
walking the same streets
as their babes
kids
cubs
children

they are going to slaughter me
cut my head from my heart
because they fear me

all so they can sleep tonight
my blood is on their hands
& their bibles
under the pillows

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