I shivered in an alley in a country so strange
He ripped out the throats of those deranged
Blood flowed to rivers full of life
Trickled into the veins of my strife
With silver daggers and fear
I let his blood flow with my river of fears
So howl you lupine creature of lore
Your life is like fleas
Naught to secrete and not to delete
Good is great and you are evil
Beaten by the meek and lovers
Who see your weakness and then discover
Your but a wolf undercover.
In sheeps clothing you befriend
But with asses to mate
Your downfall does give me my life
To procreate.
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