watching over as in a pack when all sheep a herd
deafining,the tones make visions so blurred
hard for them may it be,for they smell the blood
amongst waiting for the killing.while watching the wolves shed their wool works,left one scratching the
eye bitter is the lense bloodshot is the course.
I'll be their puppet master altho some wish to cut the
strings,for a-long time,they have been waiting.have i
not called out every single tie,every single want?
I'll be anticipating vultures jus to nibble @ the packs
flesh,I'll be praying I am not next.