What manner of beast can be as cruel
to tear asunder someone that loves them
unconditionally. Drawn to the fire and
burned by the flame, is there anyone to
blame, the beast or the beauty, or is it
a lesson in utter futility. Beasts roam in
search of prey, devouring more each and
every day. Can one blame their nature,
or those foolish enough to think they can
tame, the beast.
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