As Martin Keamy stalks his prey under the cover of night, we are all reminded of the William Blake verse:
"And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our immortal day."
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