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A dizzied man abides to a force stronger than reason

This dawn leaves no time to recede from treason

Bagged eyes, heavy lids

Scanning from behind barren twigs

For the first time in immeasurable days

Echo the sound of heavy footsteps

Awakening a starving gaze

Someone is dying for him to eat

Time has come to hunt the weak

Where guilt abandons remorse

Where shame separates from repentance

You will find a man between his rebirth and remaining sentence

Someone is dying for him to eat

Time has come to hunt the weak