Trophy Hunter
You shot the fatal shot That stopped my heart's beat My blood is on your hands My body at your feet Your body was your weapon and your actions, the ammunition You hunted me Now your victory Is my heart's current condition You have become the hunter and I became your prey you led me in with baited breath and shot your shot In this trophy hunting game you play Now you'll hang me on a wall for you and the world to see the price of my heart and life to you Only valuable as a wall mounted trophy
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