They’re everywhere.

The wolves are out tonight.

They prowl the streets, looking for blood, not satisfied.

They will never be satisfied.

The wolves are out tonight.

They make a simple walk a gauntlet, a crazy thing only madmen–or well-armed men, or fellow wolves–attempt.

The wolves are out tonight.

They are everywhere, and no one is safe.

The wolves are out.

God help us all.

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  • 111jtw on Dec 8, 2011

    so true.

  • coffeeadict on Dec 8, 2011

    Very good

  • KnightOfSpades on Dec 8, 2011

    Quite the metaphor.
    Looks like the ball is in my court now.

  • PHILLY DREAMER on Dec 8, 2011

    Time to buy a big gun.

  • zeo on Jan 12, 2012

    Very well stated. I find it both depressing and exciting at the same time. Thank you for sharing.

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