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Within these slender beams of thought

I penetrate your mood.

With my teeth I rip and tear at the arteries

of your heart,

I'm here to eat all your broken pieces.



What precious thoughts you dismay,

destroying life like its your pray.



Hemlock and grove

cauldrons run cold

upon the foggy hills these wolves run free.



Bird of prey live within the shadows,

of long forgotten souls.

Times are upon us

when transformation of man to wolf

deeply devours all who stay.



I do warn thy,

when the spirit of man is not man but wolf

he will hunt and feed

there is no fight the wolf wins

there's no doubt in that.



The transformation - Man to Wolf