…is a wolf.
Last night I dreamt I was a wolf
A killer in the snow, a creature of the moon.
Last night I was without remorse,
Free of regret and fear, out for the kill
An honest predator, I did not stab you in the back…
So nurse your wounds and learn your lesson:
I am not here for you to pet.
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