The shock and surprise
\nNow before his eyes
\nThe Deer he had shot
\nAt, It lay
\nQuietly remembering
\nMuch better times
\nTil he came to gloat
\nOn that day
\nHe had pumped shots
\nInto me, I was ailing
\nA deer with the soul of the brave
\nBeating inside me a heart
\nStill on form
\nAnd smelling this infidel
\nKnave<\/p>\n
His violence his malicious evil
\nAnd the thoughtlessness that he had shown
\nI raised myself up
\nAnd I stabbed him
\nTo death
\nAnd just let him lie there alone<\/p>\n
This so called hunter
\nOne Thomas Alexander
\nAn old man who came
\nDenying me life
\nand a will
\nTo be seen
\nyes The arrogant fool
\nHe died with my antler
\nShoved through his heart
\nAnd i hope that he felt
\nWhat I felt from the start<\/p>\n
No voice of conscience
\nAnd no remorse
\nWhen I raised my head
\nI used all of my force
\nSome reparation
\nMaking amends
\nSome satisfaction
\nThat hopefully sends
\nA hardened sinner
\nAn unblushing sod
\nWho lies there in front of me
\nWithout a god
\nHaving felt my horns
\nAnd seen my red eyes
\nRealising his end
\nWas infact my true prize<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The shock and surprise Now before his eyes The Deer he had shot At, It lay Quietly remembering Much better times Til he came to gloat On that day He had pumped shots Into me, I was ailing A deer … Continue reading