I've had enough, these poems, are so fucking bloody,

So much lust, shame, guilt, pure, animalistic behavior,

Wild instincts, like a beast, demon, let loose,

Amongst a flock of sheep,

Of course its going to rape and kill everything it sees,

That's how he's been raised,

He's been tested, now,

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He's just a blade, raw and bloody,

But its rusting, he knows to love family,

Distinguish between friend and foe,

He's a fisherman, a master trap craftsman,

But if you’re on the right side of him,

He's just a puppy, sort of cute, willing to love, to fall in, to be vulnerable,

He desperately wants for his life to end,

But he was built to fight, for every scrap, of food, of spiritual sustenance,

God has beat into him, so many lessons, so much fuel, so much fire,

Its sad, and he knows, for you to cry, is for him to take advantage, but he looks at your eyes, beautiful, innocent, and he wants to stab himself in the chest,

He hates god, with his every breath,

But god showed him love, so he has nothing left,

Just eternity, and hope for love and life,

He's going to die waiting,

Suffering, in hell, for eternity.