hi i'm mark, i like writing and animals.

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True hunting is over.

No herds to follow.

Without game, men prey on each other.

The family weakens by the bite we swallow.

True leaders gone,

Of land and people.

We choose no kin but adopted strangers

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I stole this from Perry Farrell lol