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Contributor: Livingston Rossmoor

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I breed.
I torment.
There is no end.

We discreate.
We embroil.
There is no truce.

We wipe out all crops.
We eat up everything in our way.
There is no peace.

Famine, starvation, misery,
not my problems.
I have to satisfy my need.
There is nothing above my greed.

I am born to inflame,
to swarm,
to tear things apart,
to aggregate,
to destroy.

My right, I claim.
Others, I frame and blame.
Never apologize,
no remorse, no shame.
Bible recorded,
history paused,
let it be.
I am born to get what I aim.

I am born to inflame.

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