Poised on the brink of the Abyss,
the lion meets the vacant gaze of the hunter's rifle.
What do you think? I'm off to learn my fate. Maybe I'll retire to a cabin in South Dakota and write poetry, heh heh.
"Vacant gaze"? C'mon, that's good stuff! Hunter as the soulless corporate masters wielding supreme power? Genius! South Dakota, I hear its nice and quiet up there.
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