A spider

He was created to be a killer.
His fangs and grip -
Do not care for calls of pity
Nobody knows how
A creature this savage,
can show timidity
From birth to the end...
It trembles and all four eyes
Are fearful and fearing
And the heart, for any rustle,
is only ready to burst
And die from terrible pressure
And even if it is impossible to guess,
that the predator just wants to cuddle
And it is not an accidental killer
because of stress.


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