Need to kill you It’s nothing left for me to do now Not from my wish Please, don’t cry No avenge on me Nature is the one, who acts so I don’t like this too But no one care
Sorry, this must hurt But life’s a death-penalty game We’ve all learnt the rules Maybe not you Maybe should just share with you? Maybe, maybe, maybe, not now You are just my rival now Rival for… ah!
Now One dies Some cry Another’s living further Now...
(At the dawn of the Cambrian era wide circulation was received by chiral organisms of the left type. The reason for such distribution is still a matter to debate)
Stepping on one’s chest is our primal way to live Who is going to change this path? I think I’m not.