Survival of Fittest

Survival of Fittest

Your loved
ones

Must take
all your
robes away

And hide
you

Into the
deep recesses
of their love

Before they
take you
to the
hungry lions

You must
die

The tears
in the
eyes of
your mother

And the
helpness of
your dead
father

Your loved
ones

Tryin to
take you
away

Into the
arms of
green Nature

And away
from the
darkness of
animals outside

Man, there is
no escape

It is
do or
die

You must
be on
the run
always

Or else
in the
den of
the hungry
beast

Caution: This might be all theory

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