an antelop runs
gracefully and free
but unfortunatly
its not running for happiness

yet at the same time
it runs for itself
but only to save it
from the lions jaws

for the lion attacks
with deadly force
the lion, proud
always lands its target

so the antelop fleeys
for its present and future
dodging, zig-zagging
to save its skin from the jaws

this happens daily
and its not a new routine
for our speedy antelop
who has escaped from this wrath before

the antelop is sly
with its wisdom
of rocks, caves, and hidden pastures
that he is sure the lions dont know about

but out our antelop rests
in the saftey of an unknown cave
2 lions jump him
they have defeted him at his own game

the antelop bleeds and dies
as the lion feed on more than its blood
they feed on its will to live
and its freedom to survive

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this poem is not wat it seems... well, kinda, but it has 3 different meanings, and possibly more that i didnt find... but i hope u all enjoy

It's the life that's in the blood that makes the lion so strong, not the nutrients. The spiritual world is far more powerfull than the physical, but since most people are blind, they dissmiss it as not. You can see clearly. Who opened your eyes?