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This was a quick poem I thought up about what we are, before human..if that makes sense |
| Instinct: it can drive it can create death in good time, spontaneous and restless, but still won't give up in a fight. Don't notice the pain, keep going, leave them bloodied and stained just hard to control your moves shoot like a bull in a rage and a fit but it's what we are this is it |