The
pack of wolves
Hiding
behind dark trees
Camouflage
so effectively
Blending
it so well
Living
with the people
Taking
their monies and souls
Leaving
them with a vague hope
Of
a time full of paradise
The
people have eyes
They
don't see it clearly
In
the woods listening to the wind
There
is nothing to see
When
they see the darkness
Everything
around in themselves
They
begin to cry in the woods
The
pack of wolves howling wild
The
hunters arrive
Condone
the areas
Start
to search and rescue
The
wild in the woods
The
pack of wolves
Run
to the city
Blend
with the crowd
In
time they will be expose
The
hunters return
The
smell the air of wolves
There
will be a time
The
wolves will run no more
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