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Drooling over himself, Like an infant; Moaning over pain, Nonexistent.
Stumbling over his feet, Without direction; Body rotting away, Filled with infection.
Chasing after his prey, Like a savage; Followed by his kin, Ready to ravage.
Biting through his catch, While the others smother; The victim rises again, Their new brother.
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