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I'm right here..I can hear the pigs squealing and the great beast bellowing his challenge throughout the wild forest. I wish my great beast was free.. he is fettered with chains of modern morality and locked in a cage of regret and rejection. he is bruised and bloody. he was beaten soundly and imprisoned by the trickster love. he is confused and angry but has grown lethargic with time. the grotesque dwarves spawned out of a liars maw cruelly prod and jab the defeated beast...laughing,taunting and chanting "never" "not you,not ever" "weakling" all while waving the key just out of reach.......but in their ecstatic joy at torturing the beast..they drop the key. the beast's eyes flicker with clarity and swipes them up with a precision stroke, he breaks his bonds and unlocks the cage. the malformed dwarves scream shrilly and are paralyzed with terror, fear piss streaming down their knock kneed legs, crooked spines shake and quiver as the beast rampages amongst them. intestines and innards fall to the ground as blood sprays out covering the beast in a glistening red coat of gore.. hunger and ancient vengeance is satisfied as the foul little beings are consumed to make the beast stronger, to give him energy. after the the slaughter is finished the beast pick up an old and hated scent... the scent of love. the beast has learned now not to trust it. but to despise it and the beast begins to follow the trail. vengeance is not complete yet. love's guile will not fool the beast a second time. for the beast has learned the law of the jungle. there is NO second chance!