No man can break the spirit of a lion,the spirit to devour the bones and the life of its prey,without any remorse,the unmatched grotesque.We are scared to face this monstrous creature,the suffering we wished we had never tried,the unexplained regret that we feel upon facing the consequences.
The lion does not choose,it sees and pounds them,hungered like a beast while we obliviously fall into the trap,so unfortunate we cant foresee the colors of the shadow.All we can see is only the visible,blinded by the face of the masked devil.
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