| Path to extinction |
The royal blood of the corpse lie under the rays of the Indian sun. For the poacher's gun made the kill, right between those golden yellow eyes, the skin and bones of the tiger is the poacher's prize. Yet another victim, unfortunately the tiger is'nt as immortal as it is beautiful but the soul of the tiger will carry on. Yet another day in the Indian Jungle begins, a tiger has eternally vanished from his kingdom. The royal blood continues to flow through the jungle but it must end soon for the sources are almost gone, the next path is eternal extinction.
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