Born to the clan
of bitter squabbles,
impulsive behavior,
hatred and murder,
they wander as orphans
of predator Earth,
needing love so much
to get so very little
from power display,
thus seeding the core
in the troubles of Man,
they live to get away -
no wonder they're damned
to sanity so very brittle.

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