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biting into the meat of the latest hunt is the beasts of three,
ripping flesh from the bone in sounds of shredding breaking free,
burps heard from one swallowing too much,
as the second runs his fingers through the blood loving the touch,
the last sits back after filling his gut,
then the second moves over making a new cut,
kicked back by the third as he defends his space,
cursing with a hiss with hatred in sickening thoughts he is the same race,
the first giggles with continued eating of the flesh,
the biting getting larger with the taste so fresh,
the second begins to choke after swallowing down the wrong hole,
as the third rolls his eyes picking him up like a doll,
punching into the chest to release the meat stuck,
the second lays down being hurt after struck,
caring yet only seconds earlier filled with hate,
together they stay to live because this is their fate.