The wolves,
Hungry in their resolve,
Cry,
melancholy.
Singing of something
holy
holy
holy
as it is wild
Hearts are brutal beasts
And the blood that fills your veins is
R
u
t
h
l
e
s
s
in every sense of the word
Bare your teeth
( We have canines for a reason love )
And rip their
T h r o a t s o u t
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D I V I N I T Y
PoesíaThere is a wild fire in this chest of mine #1 in hymn (6-12-19)
