You have the world’s pain,
I see you carrying all;
On four bleeding paws.
I cannot save you,
From the wretched human ilk;
They are not my kind.

i am a philosopher of eternal thought
You have the world’s pain,
I see you carrying all;
On four bleeding paws.
I cannot save you,
From the wretched human ilk;
They are not my kind.
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