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THE HUNTED
feared hated everything but loved
we run in packs or alone in the shadows of the forest
the world has changed
never can we leave the dark
for we are hunted taking place of all the animals used for game
that has long since dead just like we will soon be
hunted by day and night
never knowing safety even with our own for some turn others in only to be killed as their reward
angered by our uniqueness they hunt and kill us trying to lose hope to destroy our spirit
when a child is captured they use them as slaves, entertainment, and pets until they become adults only then can they experience the pleasures of death
others are so wiled that they forgot to speak to think
who are we you ask?
we are the descendents for the Great Ones the ones who brought our world in to perfection only to be destroyed by their sons and daughters who wanted evil to rule
we are the hunted the destroyed
we are the ones who will destroy the empire all we need is our leader
the one who is different the one whose mother is of the hunted and whose father is of the betrayers
its not really a poem or something......but yeah