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Jan 2021
We are the monster hunters.

We lurk in the dark, till our prey strolls nonchalantly by.
Then we pounce on him,
our teeth plunge into his throat
and our claws tear through his belly.

Then we dine on his flesh
and drink his blood fresh from his arteries,
and we laugh, and sing, and rejoice.

For we are monster hunters.

Hunters, not monsters.
Also Sprach Zarathustra
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Also Sprach Zarathustra  22/M/Betwixt truth and madness
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