A Hunter’s prey
Did you come across the weary hunter?
Seemingly harmless hungers in silence.
But just who is this weary hunter?
Unsatisfied, unstoppable, and intangible
He dwells within all of us
Secluded in the depths of a cave
Darker than any darkness in the heart of man.
From pain and suffering the hunter grows strong.
A trap set by hunters since ages old
-he doesn’t understand.
Preying on the weak
To hide his weakness
Will never suffice
Shall we never see the end of the hunter?
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