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you suck dry my will to live

Fearful symmetry
Confusion with the poetic spirit

How you suck dry my will to live
How you bring bottled despair
For a project into your delusion,
Because meddling with another river
You can, getting a fake tourism tiger,
Innocent and sad, a prey for the weak,
 
Those who convince themselves
Whose “míope” regard saw a tiger
Tiger tiger, burning bright, one turned off
So sad for being part of a race that breaks
 
Breaks beauty and strength,
A race that torture and submit
A people of fake Apex predators
Nor predators but cattle,
Warn off animals taken to limit.
 
All those horrors history cannot admit
So I am horrified by my fiend, but don’t submit
While regarding that monster
In the rear view mirror
Appearing closer than he is.
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