I am not a rose but a thorn
I hurt everyone touching me
They say i was cursed before i was born
To be honest my past is killing me
I have furs like a wild dog
I grip a prey and vanish in a fog
Some say my blows are like a wolf
With a bad past like a cursed oaf
Whatever they call me
From the bones i have been fighting
Burning my past into odorous stream
Yeah i'm a wolf and i will stop their scoffing
I underwent an overwhelming mutation
Split up my cocoon apart
A caterpillar morphed into a butterfly
A wolf incarnate out of the pod
A strong being like the iron rod
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