We are wolves
We hunt as one.
We howl as one, at the moon so bright.
We die as one, cold and ****** on the frozen forest floor.

There is no confusion amongst our ranks,
We all must hunt to survive, **** or be killed or be shot by the humans, as the vultures eat us as our bodies stank.

There is no fear, only purpose
There is hunger but there is also satisfaction
There is no pain that can't be overcome
There is no battle that cannot be won.

There is no affection, only cold calculation.
There is no heart, only pure grit and determination.
There is no cowardice, only destruction

When you want something
Unusual
In pleasure, there can also be pain
Sometimes brutal
There can be denial, or even
Just plain teasing
But that's what happens,
When you've discovered your kink
In an inkling
For some like to be dominated
Others like to be dominator
But in all reality who are we to judge
What makes life wonderful is how
Different we truly are

As most people know, owls are symbols of wisdom
As well as omens of ill tidings and lost hope
Abnormally the horned owl sits on a branch, its eyes staring, green and cold into the night sky
As the moonlight bends in a triangular prism

A gentle "hoot hoot" cuts softly into the air
Striking fear into the small rodents who would dare
To come out at night, and risk being devoured
So maybe, just maybe in the forest floor

We're those small rodents, due to all we have to endure
And the Owl is our predator, keeping us in check
Well, I've got news for you Mr. Owl, I'm not dead yet!

You know, there's been a lot of talk about identity
What parts you have your skin tone whether or not you're the heir to a throne what's wrong with us? Why are we so fixated on division and not inclusion? We're not all Tom Clancy but can you answer me this... why is the word division even in our language? Why can't we transition from an ice cube tray to a melting *** is why this was written?
Can we as one act as one? Love as one? Protect as one before we divide ourselves from 0 and become irrational? Or can we get on one accord and work for the betterment of us all?

You know, i think that the earth must be crying
It's just got to be shedding tears the size of stars
Because we humans have inflicted it with countless deep running scars
From wars, envirodevastation and more toxicity than i can contain in these bars
But how could we betray our oldest and dearest friend?
Even if we know that this will all go away ome day
In the end it'll matter what we did to preserve and abide and protect,
Not what we did at the expense of others for the sake of profits to collect

"Thank God the humans aren't on us!"
-the other planets in the solar system...

You know its raining outside,
Right?
Yes thats true, but we're warm
And safe inside.
Well the power's gone out, and we have no
Lights
So what are we going to do for the rest of this stormy night?
We're going to listen to the crying skies
Slam and crash against the window panes
And we may just make love, so much so that it may drive us both insane.

There's something about pillows
So soft and fluffy and light
So comforting and reassuring
That they go hand in hand with the night

Oh shooting star, passing so bright,
I wish i may, i wish i might
Use her thighs as my pillow one night