Animal


We are
animals.
Civilization,
thousands of
years in the
making.
The animal,
millions of
years in
the making.
Animal instincts
etched into
each cell
of our being.
Survival,
procreation,
deeply
embedded
into our
souls.
We think
ourselves
apart from,
superior,
but we are
animals,
just like the rest.
Civilization
in constant
war with the
animal.
The rules of the
jungle
do not
square
with the
rules of
civilization.
Millions
of years
versus
thousands.
The instincts
of the animal
difficult to
mollify.
We think
ourselves
superior.
We are
animals.

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