The Hunt for the Predatory Spirit Weaves of Waves

The trail is still very bright
I can now smell the rot without fright
A new prey is running before me
It is time to hunt to set us free
A wander through the space and time
Weaving power with my rhyme
Focusing my will on this
Is something you don't want to miss

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