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Citizen



He wore his fashion gracefully
He was often in the local news
As a rising local worthy citizen
Paying all his social dues
He worked so very hard
Put himself to the test
Never ever satisfied with
Achieving second best
The world was rather shocked
To hear of his sudden death
Very few details being given out
As the authorities held their breath
You could almost hear their sighs
Of profound collective relief
As the funeral passed quietly
With proper restrained grief
The way he died was hidden
For the collective good
Found naked and bloody
Shot in a local wood
They recorded an open verdict
It never could be released
The man who pulled the trigger
Was from the local police
There had been a long investigation
The results sealed in the hope
That people never discovered that
He had been a Lycanthrope





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