I owe the fish no mercy

When I have him in my net,

The swift bird no honesty

When I trap her  in my snare.

Rivals by necessity

Of the long entropic slide,

Our only law Advantage,

Each killing to eat and breed.

So, what use does it serve me,

This feeling beneath the Sky?

A chorus near forgotten,

Yet ever the soul asserts.

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