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I am a mighty hunter
And Black Foot is my name
I come in many colors
But Black Foot I remain
You'll see me in the cities,
I run the plains with pride
I out run the dusty Buffalo
And break his bones in stride
I can swiftly strike to wound
Or just as swiftly kill
If you live to crawl away
Its luck and not your skill
I leave your broken bodies
Strewn across the plain
To pull down other hunters
From the sky like rain
Then I kill the scavengers
That feed in day or night
When mates come to comfort them,
They too die in fright
Then children come pulled by hunger
Wanting their last meal
Come closer now my pretties
See if my touch will thrill
And will the killing never end,
Well yes my friends it will
When there are no other animals
Left on this earth to kill.
© Tuscy Igo 5-29-04