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 © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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