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Thrashing in the forest,
You identify your prey.

Peaceful and unwary,
This pre-historic day.

Giant trees put back,
I hear an echoing roar.

Rushing – you attack,
Set to kill once more.

Teeth and horns enmesh,
Your powerful jaws held wide.

The razors tear my flesh;
My sword penetrates your side.

You stumble in reverse,
Perplexity is in your eye.

Your plummet shakes the earth.

And this, O Rex is why…

My horn of victory rings;
Your tyranny will die.


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