I live the lie
Of the direwolf
**** what must be killed
Spilling lifeblood
Without conscious thought
Stolen innocence,
Being stilled
Therein lies the essence
Of what it is to be me
You are sheep in evenessance
Packaged meat you be
Though we share
The same tortured soul
Is less than nothing to me
You are prey
I am control
Feeding constantly
So take your gift of intelligence
Know fear throughout the land
Running now would make a lot of sence
For the hour of the wolf is at hand. Hy