Black Poetry : The Hunt

Bishop

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The smell of the hunt is in the air
As I fly thru the night sky
Looking for the first casualty
Of my self proclaimed war
Like America searching for Bin Laden
With one exception
I will find my prey
See I know their name
Know where they live
Know what they look like
I’m coming
Like in ancient Egypt
When the Angel of Death
Swept through killing the first born
I shall sweep through the night
Just to get you my sweet…
Distance doesn’t matter
I can fly to any city
And I will be in your city
This weekend
Do you wish to know what city
That is
I bet you do.
 

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