With pointed fangs it sits in wait

With pointed fangs it sits in wait,
With piercing force its doles out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might,
Eternally joining in a single bite.

What am I?






 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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