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The jungle drums beat With a maniacal fervour And their secret shame Becomes fodder for the masses, The hidden cannibalistic tendencies Of our kind, Ignorant of dignity's Desperate struggle to survive. Pride becomes a common condiment And the ravenous hunger To belittle others Is sated at last.
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
Belittle
The jungle drums beat With a maniacal fervour And their secret shame Becomes fodder for the masses, The hidden cannibalistic tendencies Of our kind, Ignorant of dignity's Desperate struggle to survive. Pride becomes a common condiment And the ravenous hunger To belittle others Is sated at last.
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
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