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Its eye, and ears are countless, No distance is too great, But that their power will reach it, Relentlessly as fate. Its tongues are ever wagging, The while it viciously Prepares its oral missiles, And pelts vindictively No might hath ever snubbed it; Vain either prayer or moan; The slaughter still continues, Of hearts to feed upon. Wouldst know this deathless monster, No earthly power can stay? It is the Omnivora Of human hearts, “they say?”
—Alva Clay Bravo.
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