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You are a hunter carrying
a loaded gun, listening
to the sound of a sleeping
village in the darkest hour
of night–you’re wide eyed
with the same flawed logic
of a sidewalk spectator–
a reliance on your inaction
and silence to necessitiate
your innocence–because
doing nothing keeps blood
off your hands. But no one
has to correct you on what
you already know: you are
a hunter carrying a loaded
gun–doing nothing is your
strategy–you embody all
the subtleties of a predator–
always shooting for the kill.