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On his throne of bones and fur |
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The Collector is quietly seated, |
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Prepared for the scene about to occur. |
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In the arena of velvet and dust |
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Awaiting the morbid unknown, |
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Wildcats in cages, sawdust and rust. |
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In his eyes pure agitation, |
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In his mind a joy, |
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Frightful spite and fascination. |
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Cats released in perfect fear, |
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One attacks the other. |
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Set off the scratching, rip and tear! |
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Flesh torn, blood and gore. |
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Shrieks through loathsome night |
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Makes the viewer call for more. |
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This is the utmost atrocity |
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Feeding his foul curiosity |
