The testers
poking and prodding
specimens stretched tight
watching who snaps
chucking the rejects out
with a sneer
The angry
stalking their prey
sensing the poor unwitting one
who struggles to face a daunting world
crushing him for daring to mirror
their own failing souls
The gleeful
fangs and fan clubs ready
warmed by the fire of fear
quenching their thirst on tears
dancing to the music of panic
playing to a baying crowd
Scavengers, predators, parasites,
armoury fierce and strong
hiding their wounds
resisting detente
making it hard to find
the divine spark within
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