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On his throne of bones and fur
The collector is quietly seated
Prepared for the scene about to occur
In the arena of velvet and dust
Awaiting the morbid unknown
Wildcats in cages, sawdust and rust
In his eyes pure agitation
In his mind a joy
Frightful spite and fascination
Cats released in perfect fear
One attacks the other
Set off the scratching, rip and tear!
Flesh torn, blood and gore
Shrieks through loathsome night
Makes the viewer call for more
This is the utmost atrocity
Feeding his foul curiosity
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