Its a word that cannot describe much
in this killer day and age.
Its a word that cannot be used to describe
wolves, which are very much like society.
For when we shoot, they bare fangs.
And when we stab, they viciously slash.
And when war comes, we answer the call
of death, just as wolves answer the call of the wild.
This killing is primordial.
It is an untouched manifesto of life.
As old as life itself and its predecessors.
You cannot remove it, and its always there.
We kill as much as wolves kill their prey.
This mindlessness questions our sanity.
Wolves kill for food and survival.
We kill for glory, but nothing else.
There is no purpose to it.
So why do it and stain the earth?
There is no purpose or reward.
It is completely and utterly mindless.
This killing is primordial. That is why we do it.
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