the bottom of the food chain (II)

climbing the food chain is not a matter of art. unless, of course, we consider that survival is an art. and it's not - it's rather sheer instinct, adaptability to shifting environments, and to have what it takes to change our deepest nature. it's a violent ascendance, one that we must take climbing a pile of corpses, a pile of murders of ourown making. yes, of our own making - the asdendance is not made without death, and in the way to the top, one must become a predator, a ruthless killer.

perhaps that's what i need, after all. to become a predator. to kill. to murder. to not regret. to not forgive. perhaps only changing my nature i can survive this ordeal.