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Fear
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Older One breath, the beast is near,
One movement and the beast will hear,
One glimpse and time will pass you by,
One second later you shall die,
One hand grasps the pistol tight,
The other holds the shaky sights,
Fear drips down along your face,
One single mistake will be traced,
One last second through the trees,
The trembling sound of crushing leaves,
The smell of death is in the air,
You think to run but do not dare,
Then from the side the eyes appear,
You grasp the pistol hard in fear,
You turn and face only to find,
You weren't completely left behind,
Limping hard and covered in blood,
He drops the beast down with a thud.
