You killed your prey, with great skill and foresight,
Planned and strategized, and stalked through the night.
First a group of hyenas, and then vultures take over,
The carcass turns to skeleton, your intoxication to hangover.
You make a castle with great care, mixing sand and water,
Someone tramples it, should they be booked for manslaughter?
Accidental deaths, one can bear the pain for a while,
When one pulls the plug, one needs to be put on trial.
You built a culture, that was fragile as ever,
A few rotten eggs, force you to ties sever.
A legacy you built, left to rot and decay,
By fleeing from the scene, are you sure its your v-day.
When vultures descend, forget about the prey,
Just run for your life, to hunt another day.
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