The last bellows of a beast as it faces extinction.
Can you hear it? How can you avoid it?
Writhing with hate and fear of the world it rejected
Detesting everything except the infected
It has no new ideas and no reason to survive.
So everything must die when it's no longer alive
It won't go willingly with out one last fight
It roars and it bellows into the horror of the night
We are fixed with terror as we hear its last scream
knowing tomorrow we will finally dream....
RIP Doctor George Tiller
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