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โ How many die today? How many die tomorrow? โ
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โ Indeed . . . Watch them parade as they gorge on the fallen , beaks and talons stained raw red , methodically stripping flesh from bone . . . A ritual , somewhat almost holy . โ
The grin comes slow , predatory , as though savoring the name on his tongue .
โ Akasha . . . A pretty mask for a pretty thing. What brings ? Blood, breath and the quiet thrill of seeing who screams sweetest when the night closes in, same as ever . . . Sounds appealing ? โ
โ Such is the bargain of life , the strong consume the weak . We will murder and be murdered until only one stands . โ
โ So will you . So will I . โ
โ Male lions cull the cubs of usurped prides, ant colonies spill blood for turf , chimpanzees wage merciless slaughter . Mothers devour their own young for nutrition . Murder ? Monsters ? No , this is nature . This is ๐น๐ฎ๐ . โ
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โThe wolf does not kill its own pack. Nor does the doe kill anotherโs fawn.
We are unique. We offer the strongest love, along with the deadliest hate. We feel, and that is enough to set us apart from nature.
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โ Violence lives in sinew and marrow , etched into the frame of every breathing thing . Watch nature if you wish , the strong carve their claws into the weak without a flicker of doubt . โ
โ You cannot shed such essence . You can only embrace it , and make it serve you . โ