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May 2010
Oh, the beasts you feed,
that laugh and **** and steal,
I’ve seen. You wonder why they grow
so tall, so furious, so strong,
so angry, so cut throat, they
that lurk among you,
baring fangs to bite
the hand that gives,
and strokes the necks of callous pigs.
Everything is a work in progress.
Written by
Ethan Sigmon
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     D Conors
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