I saw a lion made of lion and of other parts.Its mouth devoured bodies laid in front.Its maw entwined was with its vigor endless.And in the sadness of its eyes I saw the void consuming life.I, standing far away, once caught its understanding gaze.Its weary paws were tired of its fate.It never wanted what it was, nor was it joyful in its way.Entangled with the place by someone else’s crooked will.I would unchain him, but my courage waned.And at the end of day it bound was to be death.
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sulfury quandary for trying entree is -In stride ensnared dry - boast! pride enslavedIn bly dance arc, rolled in a rave,Imprisoned and enclos'ed in its slightestI slought an eye den, crowned in its depth,Rolled further into ground prior.And bushes anchor, drowned in their face.Red-fraught irradiance brought anger -Right and endlich.
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