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You love them like me, so: You pray, You hope, You donate, You help, You share, But... You hunt, You kill, You endanger, You skin, You cage. Bright! Bright!
The effects of a past riddled with bullets; empty shells, empty lies, hit the pavement, resounding with the weight of all lies past. You can't tell me, with all of these wounds, parts of us didn't die.