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The Battle Syndrome

I am the new lycan lord’s human form long slender body armed to the teeth

Genetically engineered gene cultured on high, alloy tungsten sword to sheath

Dragon, Vampire or multi-hybrids scurry, flee my kingdom as I have decreed

Fear stalks and you saunter mindless, hug the human heart in fear desperation.

 

Phenomenal intelligence feed and clothes my clan in global ethos abode

Magnificence as treasures I create, for the mankind in the conscious state

Perform miracles in subconscious, as the great lycan sword rules supreme

DNA cores vanquished in evolutions each move in phenotype gene pools.

 

Dragons scent honor, rebirth, misplaced mortals know lycan tales of valor.

Grave trust in truths of the sliver sword: fire dragon lairs in darkness cool?

Dispel the war mongers, loving dragons never mate women, sire the baby

Black dragon despondency annexes human mortal heart; in sly love move.

 

The Vampires we crush with fortitude, with each warning they spin attacks.

My heart gurgles in pleasure as they are ravished and laid out in temptation

Eva exploited glorifies Lycan babies she sires, infected in mated claim bites

Her mind erased the blood lines from poisons cleaned, as a vampire to live. 

 

Craving tattoo lycan bites enslaved yearnings in her sensuous lust; laid to fry.

Eva succumbs in doses, as Love goddess pets her brand mused babies, to fight.

Swaying the fencing warrior mi Lord’s! , to lung and parry her sly kill moves.

Sweetened in heat she smells her blood as our tipping sword cuts new counts.

 

In flash moves, the rose fall’s free sword splits, garment ribbons, teasing in cues.

Mated body, soul freed of human blood desire, you be the icon of loving beauty.

Endangered species, we care your complex pure line initiated lycan cross gains.

Exterminate, legend or lore of intra beast-God revelry; Vampire war an insanity: