The beast went down,
One sharp jab to the throat,
a reassuring hand as its life quickly passed.

Minutes later, it was skinned with unbelievable precision.

As its skin peeled away, the other two began to dissect it.

Minutes earlier it had life, minutes later its life had gone.

There lying in front of me was flesh.
They became the midnight riders,
It was all real, realsurreal.

Catalogue code:
Aboriginal_killa1

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Catalogue code:
Aboriginal_killa2

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Catalogue code:
Aboriginal_killa3

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Catalogue code:
Aboriginal_killa4

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Catalogue code:
Aboriginal_killa5

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Catalogue code:
Aboriginal_killa6

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Catalogue code:
Aboriginal_killa7

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Catalogue code:
Aboriginal_killa8

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