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Baa Baa Black Sheep
Us wolves have always had a bad reputation.
Wots can I say? I yams wot I yams.
I refuse to question
decisions of the Creator -
we all have our God-given roles
woven into the warps and wefts of destiny.
Bad sheep good sheep
black sheep white sheep
green sheep brown sheep
blue sheep pink sheep
Makes
no
discernible
difference
to
wolves,
as long as the false shepherds lay slain at our feet.
'Tis not merely as simple as good and evil,
darkness and light,
black and white --
we are gray wolves
following an ancient path, far less travelled.
Moreso to do with loyalty
and hunger pangs.
If anything, family comes first,
blood quenches thirst.
Drink the blood of the Holy Crow Masked Marauder,
dine upon his Living Bread,
and ye shall be granted, sacred, eternal life.
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And wot of the big, bad, black sheep?
"Baa baa black sheep
have you any wool?"
"Yes wolf, yes wolf,
three bags full~!
But they belong to my master
bleeding out at your feet."
"Well, you better work faster,
for I desire four bags full,
the next time we meet."
~'Tis all simply a matter of perceptions surrounding eternal energy~
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