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My Favorite Game

One of you here will be hunted    
For quite some time that's all I've wanted  
Picked randomly one is selected      
No volunteers can be accepted  
You will be taken against your will    
And forced to play a game of thrill  
Deep in the woods the game is played        
The rules are clear that I have made  
Survive the night and you'll go free          
All the while eluding me  
The hunt will start when I say go        
I'll shoot you now if you say no  
Thirty minutes I'll give to you            
A sporting chance til I pursue  
Don't be afraid this won't take long      
Die with honor and finish strong  
Deep Underground is where I've found        
To be the perfect hunting ground  
Here writers think three moves ahead        
But unlike chess check means you're dead  
Somehow you must stay wide awake  
The forest waits for your mistake                        
A panicked mind will not prevail                
Distractions leave an easy trail    
I hear the sound of branches crack                      
I slowly cock my crossbow back  
A laser scope has you in sight  
Long streaks of red cut through the night  
An arrow flies to meet its mark  
Shrieks echo from the distant dark  
Gasp for miles to catch your breath                    
You can't outrun a certain death  
Tracked for hours and losing speed                          
But time won't give you what you need  
I see your eyes caught in the moon      
And taste the kill that's coming soon  
There on the ground against a log  
The chase ends with the morning fog  
With bloody hands you beg and cry          
You pee yourself before you die  
Then always comes my favorite part  
A close range shot that stops your heart  
Once more I pose holding my prize  
Sometimes I like to keep the eyes
Against your mouth I press my lips
I bite your tongue until it rips
Your genitals I will eat first  
And drink your blood to quench my thirst  
Deep Underground now minus one
The game goes on until there's none
Human trophies align my wall
Not just the heads but skins and all
There's no country I haven't been  
And every hunt I always win  
Each month I'll draw a different name          
One more will play my favorite game  
Written by Mourningcloak
Published | Edited 24th Oct 2013
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