Cretins of equivocal honesty,
your industry & affairs make me sick.
Give praise to men in their presence,
I hold my head lest they be backbitten.
Swines soiling thier skin, burying themselves in shit.
While wolves run with the pack,
and the devout moon shine light on their backs.
Now how does feel between the teeth of the beast?
You can only bleed out so much before you're buried beneath
the tooth and claw. These acts, by the communal eyes
may go un-noticed, but we are born from night and bred for this.
You can see it in our glowing eyes.
We harbor that devout moons light
and let it consume us,
and by it we speak the end of days
for nescient abuse of all we are.
Remember the wolves that took from you your crowns
and claimed themselves kings of the night.
(for we are the teeth in which your flesh writhes.)
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