Living two lives
first one, then the other
a terrible plight
disguised as another
The bodies are piled
one on another
I now wish to be
disguised as the other
To be living that life
with a wife and a home
that is until night-fall
that's when I start to roam.
That's when I get the urge
the pounding ground beckons
to start once again
making bleeders of peasants
It was how my brother
had spent his nights
until he was killed
from a rabid dogs bite
Living two lives
first one, then the other
a terrible plight
disguised as my brother
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