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He likes to shoot

He likes to hunt,

It takes his mind off

Of being the litters runt,

He never fitted in

So he started hunting,

To feel empowered

To make himself feel better,

Yet he can’t see to me

It’s not strong

To kill other species,

When you’ve got a gun

He seems almost psychopathic,

He’s a bloodlust fanatic,

It doesn’t paper over

His issues of no self worth,

No matter how many he kills and hurts

The truth is he’s the worst,

Of sentient beings

That’s been placed upon this earth,

And I pity him,

I don’t hate him,

He lacks any empathy

He’s natures enemy,

And he comes across as sick to me,

To kill innocent animals

Is one step away from killing human beings

At least that’s what I believe.