Devoide - Poem by Timothy Long
The wolf is in the den just sitting with burning eyes the color of the devil's playground looking for revenge for these kin in thy spirit, Some would think that being a wolf is like being in Eden with Adam and Eve, but in reality it is just a lost cause. His family was killed for game while he was for entertainment. Misunderstood, he states his kindred spirit, in agony and shame for its devoid that's him.
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