The wolves hatching plans
They feel they are high in spirits
The eye on the power
The minds salivate on wealth creations
They don't say much
As if they are pow-wow in private
In their dense forest of greens
The darkness playing with it
Outsiders may just pass by
The wolves may have learned
The Blue Eye is weak internally
While the Rocket is muted
Now the wolves think to whip it up
Sink their teeth and call for snap poll
Though Renaissance man stays quiet
He may have his best card
The Rocket counting the days
Action need to be seen and done
Renaissance man has no choice
Time to get his promises in traffic
The wolves recognize the signs
A good way to push for snap poll
They are doing it in quiet ways
Hitting it hot like N9 and Southern tiger
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