The Hunt

I can't remember, when did this start.
Hoofbeats, again, sound like my heart.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to back.
So out of this nightmare my way I will hack.

Won't kneel and won't bend, untill I break.
I burn but live, for peace is a fake...

Peace is eternal, no frowns or smiles,
Pain proves I'm alive, and by now I have piles.

In hot blood I am chased,
Death and danger must be faced.

Both hunters that hate,
Which will lose to fate?

In each other's web,
In darkness we step.

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