Searching for salvation is like striving for starvation.
Waiting for revelations, gazing through constellations.
When does the predator learn predation?
Born with the hunger and thirst.
Never be in first,
all your enemies behind you.
Picking through, swallow and chew.
You are food.
Nothing more
than table scraps,
left to the floor.
Trail riddled with bear traps.
Shotgun shell trip-lines.
Stainless steel
shines
just as
teeth in
darkness.
Gnashing, clawing, ripping, tearing.
Passing, tripping, falling, uncaring.
The fear drives you deeper,
terrified of those you've left behind.
The hill becomes steeper,
the landscape is not kind.
It wants you dead just as the rest.
Give up.
This isn't a test. You're the pest.
Biblical incest.
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