It happened in Patagonia Argentina (some Felid’s who met something and paid the ultimate price)

He stands in the shade
of a weakening sun
holding his victims
as though he had done
something spectacular
look at his face
and his whole demeanour
its one of disgrace

he poses, my god man
you show the world who
you are, you’re no star
you are one of the few
murdering scum bags
that takes to the wild
searching its depths
for the wildest of child

several in fact
and they hang from your truck
or whatever it is
My God man, you suck!
they were recently
running the ultimate scene
till you flagged them down
the sick killing machine

I called you a man
but it seems more to me
that to hunt as you do
its your purgatory
you inflict it on others
for what you have done
is end the creation
out there in the sun

there are no excuses
behaviour like this
will never bring down on
you the hightened bliss
you might have felt
as you pulled that trigger
and saw
creation collapse
in a frenzy of gore

you sank into the depths
your hearts a morass
those felid’s were happy
and you were just crass
you went into their world
and you blew them away
you have let yourself drift
into such dismay

you destroyed the world
around you, it seems
and now how on earth
can these vilest of dreams
under the sun ever realise good
unrelenting, solace
you misunderstood

you let yourself drift
and what you became
was a murderer
and the world knows your name
there was no reason
to destroy those young lives
for the wilderness guarantees
wildness survives

you glanced at the camera
but what you have done
is show us your prowess
at using your gun
an unfair proposition
for beautiful souls
for you put an end to
their respective roles

its a sin so far down
in the abyss that you fell
you may climb all of your life
and not get out of hell
this is your punishment
this is your pain
and who ever looks at you
will not look again