beasts
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The city street is their territory
And we are their prey.
I used to not mind it so much.
Their stares.
And their piercing howls.
Let’s get one thing straight, I am not Alice.
My Wonderland and her’s are different things;
Her’s had talking animals and malice,
Mine has a dissimilar kind of beings.
Hath tho beauty of thy one
With legs as powerful as stone
Weighing as much as a ton
Once again on thy throne.
She is, they are, God's gift.
Made to help man rule the world,
