Why We Eat
Starve that living one;
And then see, the dead cells failing to reform,
Bringing weaknesses;
Slowly stealing it out of breath:
Save that brute by an offer of a drink;
There, the lungs and the veins being weakened and
shrunken,
Getting the living troubled by rage;
Desiring anything appetizing and edible:
Serve the living one with food,
Then, study carefully the change,
As the living hurriedly rules and devours the virtual
as any brute could.
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