Deer Season
U Uriah Hamilton
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Pray, pray, pray
On the hunting grounds
For the sad and sweet animals
Falling to the ground
In the sport of bloodlust.
We’ve been here before
Innumerable times,
We keep returning
To pay for our crimes.
For every act of malicious injury and death
A soul must return
For a thousand rebirths
To suffer the fears and pangs
And the heartbreaks of existence.
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