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The wolves do lope high and free in mountainous trails and her masonry the hallowed wood and rocky clefts hold the dens of their hidden nests Golden eyes pierce thickened dark hunting prey within their park hot breath raises mist in their flight with urges to run in thick of night lounging with the pack on a hill neath the moon silent and still The forest with all her rookery cast eyes below to the pack they see the cold crypt of the earth below blood covered in splays of snow pale ice rugs flow on ground and rocks as the pack do run seeking the flocks the burrow of the white wolf and her pups upon her milk the fledgling sups the shiver of their meal in deathly gore lying torn apart on the forest floor the sinuous beauty of their agility of taking prey down with ability The dominate male and alpha mate are always first in hunger to slate how many priests have nature of pack are hidden in darkness and innocence lack looking for victims the prey that they stalk in secret places the plans of it talk Religion that is false will slaughter the sheep to not be it’s prey the truth you must keep her princes are wolves ravening prey the word of the truth they seek to stay they would come clothed in appearance of light but within the gown is blackness of night With a flood of lies He seeks to deceive and devour the hearts of those who believe The serpent lays in the den of his mate The Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great Ez 22:27 Zeph 3:2-4 Matt 7:15-16 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Date: 12/27/2014 1:52:00 PM
Superbly crafted piece of creative prose...Excellent!! :) john.
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Date: 12/27/2014 3:13:00 PM
Thank you John , I have a supreme teacher ..