Level one hyenas,
Together in a pack.
Your pride is in the open,
Together they attack.
About 25..to 35..or more,
regardless of the winner someones death is soon in store.

You don't enjoy the pain,
So why cause it to others?
You know where all the same,
All sisters and brothers .
But still we hunt and ****,
Instead of love each other..

My days are often rapid.
Moving much to fast for me to counteract and catch it.
I-t being  joy of marrying my clarity,
Instead perpetuate the cycle of recycled savagery..

Level one hyenas,
Laughing after battle.
They captured all their prey,
But left the kinlings rattled.
To grow up on their own,
One day they'll have their moment.
Like cattle to us humans,
Meat is a main component.