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(I'm taking a shot at Bob's challenge. Let me know if it's effective at all:)
Ferocious hunger, searching sore
for food to curb my appetite.
The small ones, I am looking for.
They can't withstand my deadly bite.
I crawl. I prey upon the weak,
my nature is my only sin.
To starve, or yet search out and seek,
to calm the hunger deep within.
To wait a while assures my death
redemption lurks where blood is spilled,
and I will use my only breath
to feed the hunger 'til I'm filled.
The wolf within is calling me.
The flowing blood will set me free.
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