The humans machine ever so gracefully clipped the hind of the beast only to continue on its journey without remorse or regret. The beast breathed its last breath; but not after silently protesting its pain right before our eyes. Death, as it's called, in that moment seemed like the most peacful of all things. The beast did not die alone whether it matter to it or not. But, it certainly mattered to a few humans. In death is life, in life is death.

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