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On a plain of gore and dust
Stood a monster proud and alone
Slayer of many, friend of none
Bellowing his bloodthirsty roar

Many a year he roamed the land
The blood of his foes dripping from his claws
His latest kill gripped in his mighty jaws
Never to know a gentle touch

In the land of death shone a tiny light of life
A little white angel stood untainted
Reaching out to the beast's mighty breast
Touching his heart, caressing his soul.