Rats That Dwell

Scuttling in the darkness
watching us with hate.
An ancient malice
beneath our towns and cities they wait.

Sharpening their claws
eager to taste our blood.
Their numbers growing each day
praying to their dark god.

Their voices chittering
with much excitement.
Eager to slaughter
to make a river ov blood.

Waiting in the shadows
ther'e ready for the kill.
It's only a matter ov time before
we're ripped apart at will.

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