I am a one-ton, armor plated;
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living breathing being
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I wade in streams all day;
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eat grass; and little else
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then one day my world was shattered
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by freakish two-legged beings
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wielding instruments of pain
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hell-bent on striking me down
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a super-psyochotic need
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to make me and scream and bleed
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brought on solely by greed
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I only want to be free
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if I had my way, I'd stomp you flat
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under my bulk
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or ram this horn you so crave
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into your fucking throat
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I'll topple the noisy creatures
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in which you flee
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but I'll never understand
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why you want me to die
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Rhionceros
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| Grief |
