There is a war of wolves
Outside my villa
Calling me a villain
For chewing hearts of many
Yet, at the beginning of it all
My soul was their supper
In innocence,
They took turns eating me alive.
Now they complain about my hunger
Busy playing the lone hunter
At night when the jungle is greener
Attesting to their handwork
That made me be.
Stinging every prey insight
Strung at lampstands
As the pleasure slaughter
Continues...
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