Disclaimer: I don't own Jack Merridew or Lord of the Flies for that matter. They belong to William Golding.
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Victorious Hunt
You picked up a knife and started to hunt,
You felt the euphoria of your little stunt.
You revel in the stench of blood on your hands,
As you tow your kill toward the sands.
You reap the rewards of fresh roasted pig meat,
Its succulent taste is the ultimate treat.
You yearn for this great success again,
The next helpless animal is about to be slain.
As you hunt the island falls into discourse,
You've become a person devoid of remorse.
Your love to hunt is a bunch of lies,
Your soul has succumbed to the "Lord of the Flies."
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