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Feb 2014
The beast is alternately me and in me.
Sometimes I act like him, sometimes
I act under his influence.

He leads me to green pastures.
He makes me lie down in the still grass,
And pull my victims down.

Down, down, to the earth below,
Where I deliver them to him.

There he hungrily devours them,
While I stand hungry and tired.

When will I get to deliver him ?
Kopter Zero
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