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The wolfs are gathering
At their sanctum to give their sermon
Each wearing a PDP plait-card
With diamond eyes that glitters at night
Singing like a group of pantheist
One stick to God, one to gods.
Silhouette of their stalwart
hangingon their neck, licking the sweet of deceit
Down their throat
Plans on how to perform chemistry magic
In their pools
carry their lambs to abattoir for sacrifice to their
God and gods.
Angels shall cartoon modern day
Pharisees in my country with their sacrificial lamb
in high mountains.