I was crude bone and sharp teeth
yeah!! that was me.
happiness wasn't my first home I was put in the hands of a man who killed his own.
then I was picked up by someone with lots of hate and vengeance in their heart,I was used to even the score.
my next home was with an assassin who showed me death and passion.
I have changed over the years I'm a lot sharper and more unique.
but in my soul I'm still crude bone and sharp teeth. they will never get rid of me
I'm just what they need in a tight squeeze I'll still slice up the flesh and watch you bleed.
©rawhedrex
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