Bulletproof Vests

The woods became a sign of danger,
Where the beasts make the rules
And we are to be obeyed.

Hunters came to rule upon us,
But hunting won't do good for them.

Hunter gave his weapon to us,
And asked the worthiness of us.
Many came forward,
Who were made the beasts.

Beasts born among,
Beasts rule among,
Beasts killed among.

Hunter died.
Beasts died.
But not the ones among us.

They kept being born,
And ruling over us.
Centuries of truth,
Made them the legends.
And we were the impure,
Still tested to become pure.

Alas! There came an idea,
And ideas are bulletproof,
Said the rabbit.
For rabbit he went west.

Beasts are still born,
The impure still are cursed
But the ideas are bullet proof,
And they shall reap one day.