to the pack, he was a menace
killing their cubs for their pelt
his instinct was relentless
he didn't care about the pain they felt

on the trail of chasing vengeance
nose to the ground, he caught the smell
he found a scent that is endless
left alone to howl and yelp
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just a wolf in a wolf's clothing
eyes that focus on his own tail
chasing circles of fear and loathing
he can never cover his own trail
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even the sheep are growing weary
this illusion gets their goat
no more hate, no more fearing
on his own tail he chokes