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The panther
strikes

All nails
in the
back

Opens up
the chest
of bad
omens

You run
pillar
to post

Blood drippin
from your
soul

The cry
brings your
loved ones

With food
and curd

Pourin on
your wounds

You get
up for
tomorrow

Look out
for the
morsel of
food

It’s all
desert

You all
alone

Fightin against
the unknown

Nature shows
you the
rainbow sometime

And death
on other
occasions

Some get
the apple

The others
the bone

You duck
and find
yourself ‘Home’

Caution: This might be all theory

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