They hunt now, drawn to life.
Not Real, still keen.
And Frit and Fraught with thought and zest and gest no blunt woes.
Dodge, duck, flash, shoot, crawl, run, crush the vile band.
Cry not, try not, do not hold out hope. No.
Your life, your aim, will save those with soul.

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