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The Predator

Denying reality not to feel guilty, doesn't mean being free of misery; he sits alone, he grumbles, he detests the pathetic glances they flash at him; he fills his tall glass to the brim... and spit out all the untold truths! Losing what was dear to him is another piffle, a thing without value that suggests intimidation; what makes him happy is aiming his sharp rifle and threaten who doesn't share his conviction. Some shut their mouths, many run; dying at the hands of a violent man may take their life as he pulls the trigger, turns into a beast, shouting with anger. Has he ever read the Holy Bible that forbids murder? Punishment doesn't apply to him: he's the predator; and he punishes whom he thinks is responsible for his misfortunes and loves to see him tremble!

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