We threw a net across the land
As over a captured prey
To keep it from escaping us
And cut it to the bone.
Now an entire world lies stored
As a stockpile in a cache,
Buried ‘neath a pile of bricks,
To keep it away from thieves.
But the meat has begun to rot,
Soon nothing's left of it,
Beast it nevermore will be,
But let us give it peace.
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