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For The Weak’s Sake
PKJ (September 25,1940 / Mavelikara in Kerala State of India)

For The Weak’s Sake

</>I'm happy that you beat me till your hands lost their strength,
Then took a large bite of flesh from my neck,
And drank my blood till you quenched your fury,
For, in my rescuing process the weak prey is saved from death.

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