Fiercest creatures are held on a leash,
They are dogs of skill and they relish
The lunch that stays in the mouth chamber,
Crawling like blood is in their heart and liver.
Dogs are the able creatures of a friendship,
Of a religion that teaches us all censorship.
Dogs must reach the age of success
Before dealing with the distress
Of death.
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