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The Cruelty of Nature... |
| The Sabbretooth grinds ice with its teeth Not for dull enjoyment but sharp urgence. Its eyes glitter as the teeth is sharpened While the sun fades away in numb sense. The smell of blood orchids haunt the air And the dry trunks and bushes whisper. The Sabbertooth approaches near herd That is grazing branches without guard. The merciless hunter grabs a wild stag And pierces it with its two sharp teeth. At once the swift stag is in deathly rag But its eyes depict cruelty underneath. |