To eat
And one day
My visit to the belicose grind
Unsettled my medula
Cross of hungry wolves
Cry of hungry wolves
Who will help them?
Practically none
Then I took the honour
What?
The honour of
Feeding ingrates
A friend had retorted
They dont like you
Do you feed your enemy?
What do you need?
They said your head
We shall kill you
And he runs
After feeding them
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