The Sick
first soiled land
is now a pool
of blood.
for what?
to conquer all
and all race?
minds can evolve trouble
telling the body to act
mind says no opinion,
just
fact
on they will act
conquer all land
and feet that
burden.
ambush the animals
sell their fur
vengeance on nothing
but their own gut,
must prove they can
swing a punch
they punch
as their fists sway
through effortless
air
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