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Pagan Wolf In Sheeps Wool

Who plays the fool in this cast of offset villains I attempt to recall the mistake made but in vain The lone wolf never existed the pack always persisted In the name of the Shepard the Pagan Wolf has fired up a war most of wish was never conjured up The Rice fields in Haliburton have all been concealed by the Bush and this is where they lie and wait to them they can not wait to lie When all the cannons fire rises to the heavens above we reach out to the dead represented as a dove This Pagan Wolf has stripped the innocent sheep of its wool pranced through the church as a sheep gathering their support and cheer when we all know wolves are what they fear and yet to them his true indentity does not appear but stay calm for now he has but outgrown his disguise the rips and tears are more prevalent his intent more apparent and his lust for power more transparent and the veil over our eyes more has become more translucent his decent is one that will overcast other events. in the advent and days of reawakening.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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