A silver coat now Painted red
Yes she still had claws
She bares her teeth
At anyone in between
The purple glow in her eyes
Could tell you otherwise
She is the underdog
She will show them all
Only a cat with a different coat
Can tell you the story whole
Chopping off your head
With a silver tongue
She is the underdog
She will prove you all
Wicked and distasteful
Lust driven with greed
She is our underdog
Born and bred without
A place to call home
Raised to believe
Their evil scheme
They bowed so low
She had warned us all
Screaming at the top of her lungs
Without a single breath
She is the underdog
Grabbing our trembling hands
We are the underdogs
We shall prove to them all
Together we cannot fall
She is the underdog
We are the underdog
We will bare it all
Teeth to bones
Claws to flesh
Worship the fallen
She is the underdog
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Enter Thy Mind
PoetryThis publication is a collective of a few of my more personal compositions. It begins with a few pieces from my early teenage years and concludes with more contemporary verses that I have written respectively for this compilation. It presents a poet...
