FOODCHAIN

FOODCHAIN
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Thrust my soul, how I’ve been trying
To spread my wings and get to flying
The peacock is brightly feather
My soul is hard and leathered
Is there anything left behind my eyes?

Trust my goal and fight it’s dying
Cover your wounds with iodine
Ain’t no need to hide their showing
It might accelerate their going
You aren’t immune, you can feel

Winners and losers
Cast their dice and change against the wall
Wishers and doers
Fight for meat and winner will take all
I won’t fall to my knees
Hungry is the way I want it
Die and the food chain agrees
Or live like a soldier undaunted