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Why does he provoke me to anger?

He stalks among us -  with his song -
a wolf's grin

His inimicality beckons 
like a hawk's talons,
luring prey to certain death

Yet he imparts wisdom 
to those who bleed

Beware!

his insights twist 
like a pit of pepper x vipers;
devouring souls He spins tales of survival
and primal instinct
Beneath the façade
lies decay
concealing carnage

Lessons on Existence
and mortality

Be vigilant

his guidance binds 
with sinews of animosity
shaping destiny Unaware of affliction
coursing through marrow and vein
Witness the sickness
plaguing with sweat

coughs
bile

the tongue is forked

Blind to the carrion left in his wake
Feel the sorrow.
gripping with 

fangs
claws

eventual fading

Believing himself a predator 
an alpha sent from wild heaven
to cull weak souls

Thinking himself a messenger,
a herald of nature's law,
red in tooth.
and claw He is a heralded omen.
of destruction.
a force that ravages 
like wild grasshoppers

A mere puppet
in the jaws of perniciousness

prey

manipulated by instinct What does it mean 
to embody humanity
in such a world

He is not valiant for the truth on the earth

Being means embodying 
both beast and god
a mix of acts 
primal deeds

son daughter devour 
father mother
cull the weak

What defines predator or prey
It's playing roles
of hunter and hunted  Committed
to survival... no shame no remorse.

den of jackals 
Cerberus howls 
at the gates of perception

Wisdom versus foolishness
juggling 

trust,
doubt
        survival,
             extinction.

Alive or dead?
balancing the essence 
of breathing
returning to bone Maybe life comes without meaning
only instincts I follow.
paths I carve.

Perhaps good and evil 
are pelted skins we wear
shed, Perhaps there is only him and me 
strangers who 

meet
part
        collide
             disintegrate

Perhaps there is only then and now
memories we keep,
discard And I wonder 
was I dreaming
left alone 
by someone so close yet far away

no prey on the plain
no flesh on the bone
marrow dries

death seeps through cracked spine 
like black blood from a wound in reality

I followed him to the boneyard 
Never to waken to realize

he was me.

Or maybe
I was him 

intertwined in the void 
of existence

(un)reality shifts 
        like sand
             through an hourglass of skulls

time is a construct 
we invented to measure our own decay

language fails 
        to capture
             the essence of

being / non-being

I am,
        you are,
             we are,
                  nobody?

everybody...

simultaneously.
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