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Blood thirsty Swine

  
 The men hunt and persicute like a dehydrated, blood thirsty swine. 

Fist clentch smooth, sickly, fingers around the golden stocks of their rifles. Wealthy in funds, but alone and died at the soul.
 

 Narrowing in on a family of game, the piper sounds off a deceptive call.
Eminence take aim and eradicate the fully grown, investing in the young for another superior hunt.

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  • Minam
    August 11

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    lol uhm, sorry if wat i think is completely different to what u wrote about, but your poem reminds me of, like, some kind of system? like a circle. bad things will keep happening. then it reminds me also of kings and monarchs, how they manipulate young people in a way. sort of. i dont think you get what im talking about. oh well, cant explain. 6 lines of words and i cant explain myself, u got a wicked poem going on here mate.


  • dutch2lips gold member
    August 4
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    about hunting? maybe fox hunting?
    thank you for entering