Incalcuable wolves in viscious hunger long in darkness
and savagely rove the land for prey, their perverse
fangs gripping and ripping in circumstances of Love!

And to ye blood red and bell-shaped victims, the quarry
of Temptation, indentured to realize days of sacrilege,
all in a detestable binge of Lust; ye must be dismally fond of tyrannical pain, by virtue of not merely playing, but also being
the game.