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Homo floresiensis |
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Sexual predators |
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It was a dark deed done in the night |
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Not so long ago, we were not alone |
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They had hard, thicker eyebrow ridges than us, sharply sloping foreheads |
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No chins Lonely roamers |
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Eyes black and blank |
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Hunt for cunts |
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Some dark souls with curious follies |
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Significantly smaller cranium capacity |
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Mental retardation |
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Mimicking advanced behaviours |
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He who eats anything |
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Human meat |
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Entrails of the child |
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Flores island in the sixteenth century grim and sombre |
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The mountains of mist and slumber |
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Massacre and murder, many a year |
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Feud unfading |
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In a warm, humid rainforest that teemed with death |
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Grime-ridden and gritty grey cave settings |
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Ambushing the young, a meter-tall hominid murderer |
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Death-shadow dark, lurking in the livelong night |
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Followed by fog and filthy air |
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A girl-thirsty wanderer |
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They watch village girls play |
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Waiting for nightfall to steal them away |
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Morning moisture blurring the blasphemy |
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Nonhuman in appearance |
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Behaviours were human |
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The obsession towards necrophilia |
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Accompanied by mutilation |
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They saw love as we see death |
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A playful play, joy from fresh cadavers |
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After death-day |
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Most painful of fuckings and feasts of the night |