Mourning My Bounty
In order to survive in the wilderness, one is forced to kill,
which I have done many times to get my belly full,
but every time I was forced to cause an animal to die,
I would lay upon its carcass and begin to cry.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2013
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