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	''From [[The Complete Works of Adagio D'Tranticus]], Vol. 2: Tales of Epic Proportions''		''From [[The Complete Works of Adagio D'Tranticus]], Vol. 2: Tales of Epic Proportions''

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	For there we all can live as one<br>		For there we all can live as one<br>
	And hunt all day ‘neath shining sun.<br>		And hunt all day ‘neath shining sun.<br>
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			''From [[The Complete Works of Adagio D'Tranticus]], Vol. 2: Tales of Epic Proportions''

Simon Drat at 04:47, 13 March 2007

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'''Life’s Great Hunt''' 
''By Adagio D’Tranticus'' 
 
Life's a hunt, the minstrels say, 
A bout 'twixt predator and prey. 
From birth to death, we play this role 
And hunt with bodies, minds, and souls 
Our lives are spent in this pursuit 
And each man's hunt takes its own route 
 
Within our first few hours here 
Our hunt’s first stage starts to appear. 
Learning becomes our goal in life. 
We hone our wits sharp like a knife 
With all our might, we seek to grow 
Till youth itself becomes our foe. 
 
When youth is slain, adulthood dawns 
And even still, our hunt goes on. 
But now the goal we’re dreaming of 
Is how to track and capture love. 
For all the knowledge we now own 
Means nothing if we die alone. 
 
Some will find the love they seek 
For others prospects are too bleak 
But either way, when old age dawns 
A brand new hunt in us is spawned 
As we look back and seek for proof 
Of something to restore our youth 
 
How odd this is: To end our pain 
We seek the self-same youth we’ve slain! 
What once was ours that we rejected 
Was that which we should have protected 
For as we hunt from womb to tomb 
We hurtle forwards towards our doom. 
 
And at the end of days, we find 
The true hunt the gods had in mind 
The hunt that haunts our every breath 
Is that great hunt which ends in death. 
And when our lives Death comes to claim 
He is the Hunter, we’re the game. 
 
And when at last we all are caught. 
A new life waits beyond all Thought. 
I’ll meet you there, beyond that wall 
When for me the Hunter calls 
For there we all can live as one 
And hunt all day ‘neath shining sun.

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