The man in the forest is frantic with prayer, the wolves call all in the dead of the night! He prays for an answer but no one is there, his meat is sweet by the boodthirsty bite. Lord you have forsaken the one who called you friend! but you've cast me aside in the dead of the night and the wolves will feast till my end.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
The man in the forest is frantic with prayer, the wolves call all in the dead of the night! He prays for an answer but no one is there, his meat is sweet by the boodthirsty bite. Lord you have forsaken the one who called you friend! but you've cast me aside in the dead of the night and the wolves will feast till my end.
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