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I was sickened by a dead animal being eaten by vultures;
They would make quite hideous sculptures.
For, they are creatures so disgusting;
Tearing at an animal whose skin is busting.
The vultures are equivalent to the devil;
Stalking animals which are disheveled.
They are evil creatures that are so demonic;
Hunting prey that is catatonic.
They are such offensive animals of nature;
I doubt I would accept them even if I were mature.
I choose to block out these sights from my brain;
For, they just end up causing me obsessive pain.
I hate that I need to let all of this out;
That is not what I want my nature-loving soul to be about.
But, if I hold it all in, it will cause me more depression;
And will contribute to my mental regression.
For, I must let out all of my emotions;
So, I can be as happy as a dove flying over the oceans!