The jungle creed, is that the strongest feeds, on any prey it can
And I was branded beast, at every feast, before I became a man
I know all there is about your escape
Everything in your life of which you have a taste,
The forbidden thoughts beating round your head
And the lust for a chance in its stead;
The methodology and mathematics of defeat
Have been the culmination of all your regrets,
The soaring dreams for which you have reached
All in all something quite short of a magical feat,
For you are nothing more than before you came
You are not the hopes nor dreams for all those sane,
You are nothing more than flesh and blood
You are only what you have forgotten in absence of Love,
You are animal and no more than that
You are only the culmination of what you lack...
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