Silently, I strike. My victim dies slowly, excruciating pain written on every pore of its body. I feast, gorging on flesh. Is this cruel, you ask? Is this unethical? Is this wrong? No, for this is nature. I am the predator, and everything is my prey. When the day comes that I meet my predator, I will struggle, but eventually cease to live. It is the way of life. Our way of life. Nature.
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