This is the story of the black cat,
who no one knew existed, but spoke out at that.
Left her bloodied past in the alley way shadows and dust,
and made th choice,
crossing the boundary into deep blood lust.
Saved under the cross,
for not a single act.
All the while after,
kept trying to come back.
Two gone seperate ways,
down two corrupt paths.
Eventually ending up crossing roads again.
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