Once a few million years ago, in thrones were the giants  
Herbivorous, carnivorous with razor sharp teeth
They wore no precious jewels nor clothes of silk
They hunt their fellows for food, oh the roaches seen it all

The world metamorphosed,  puny organisms born
Rid of feathers and  razor sharp teeth- 'harmless' they thought 
Even roaches pitied the new guests 

Among lions and tigers, t...

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Dead of night gift blithe,

Yet they ask of me to love absolute of days

I venture to love only the night!

For I hold no passion for the sun  

The dreadful charms, hold me hostage

Superficial creature crown deceit

 If thought to be the living, care no more for me

I’m wandering these woods in search of obscure lives

I hunt no humans nor Gods from above

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