Running thru the night,
Running from the fright,
Wolves at my heel,
The danger is real.
Howling in my ear,
Death must be near,
Thorns tear at my skin,
Get up and run again.
Looking into the pool,
Reality can be so cruel,
Shocking sight to see,
A wolf staring back at me.
The moon is calling,
The pack is howling,
The smell of blood in the night,
Running from the fright.
He calls me into the unknown
Im running with wolves,
A vicious game to play
He knows I will continue
To participate in his trial
To reach a new start
In his coven wild.
With constraint,
I may resist
adventure exploding beyond
the yard.
He popped on over to my site the other day,
Tried to tell me I did not leave him proper bible,
tried to teach the bible to a great servant?
While one hand is dipping in mud?
~
A deviant blog with a deviant art site,
full of darkness and not one bit of light,
Racist jokes disgusting to see and view,
Running with wolves is what you do
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