The Kill
To hunt, to aim
To kill, to eat
I'm not fulfilled
I have anger within
There is no direction
No real cause
Just a desire to know
My primitive instincts
Like in childhood anger
Many things were broke
Often, I raged and shouted
And cursed greater names
I stalked and hunted
Then aimed and killed
To eat, to live one more moment
For this was my only thrill
To hunt, to aim
To kill, to eat
I'm not fulfilled
I have anger within
Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell
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