Its Time Poem by Lisa Bray

we are standing on the edge an to the world we are just strays of the life we call hells toy.
I have lost it to the humans around me.
they have struck my last my killing strict.
my love has left my body.
and i have greeted all the hate in the world.
i now stand along holding on without faith of the heavens i once knew of.
i cry for all the sorrow in the world and looking back on what i have done.
it just makes me sick to my gut i was just looking for a way out.
i dont blame god and my friends for leaveing me like that did i would leave me to. if i seen what i have done to the ones i loved the most.
my pup is is gone.
its death was harsh and now to make up his death for my mustache ill fight
for our paradise.
killing the one how have taken my pup and pack away from me.




i the white wolf of hell.
bowing my fangs i rip your organs to shared
its for my pack of pups they did not deserve that treatment you gave them.
NOW I WILL KILL YOU I PROMISE YOU THAT EVEN IF IT KILLS ME! ! !



as you fall i have grown weak.i slowly die for im not strong im weak.
i need your love to save me.
now i lay my head to sleep i shall not wake i pray to the world to save my soul for i was blind by hate and did not under stand what i have done.
I LOVE YOU MY PACK











LOVE THE WHITE WOLF