The wool hung to his surroundings,
There he stood over his prey that lay lifeless within his mouth's reach, Even the nearby echo of a gun did not startle him, Why did we have to take him home that day? The wool was flooding in red, My eyes could not comprehend the sight, Five years ago we took you in to our home, But now you bring misery to our door. We cannot protect you from your cruel nature, You brought us happiness and joy, Emptied our wallets with your toys, Run away for no more can we look. Say good-bye alive than force us to poison your veins, A pup at heart but a monster on land, Now run free from our mitts, Forgive you we cannot.
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