He was a mousy little nothing of a human being,
not much humane about him,
about his distaste for the rest of them,
about his complete and total disregard for the span of a life,
for life at all,
it was not long ago that somebody bloodied his brains,
that he let all of this wash over him without question,
that he sold what was left of his insides to an ungrateful patron,
there were unreasonable agendas saturating his blood stream,
so when it started getting good and red,
and it started slowly seeping out,
slowly departing his body,
but it never belonged there in the first place,
they were all meant to catch a tiger
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