Sweeping the void – like sin
Treachery penetrates my skin
Serpent shapes in the depths
Obsolete acts of kindness
The Wolf I feed, in cloaks of decency
The Wolves I feed,
invoke the blessing of peace
Supply lines of the swarm ensuring
danger and harm
As the first wave diminishes,
depleted stronghold vanishing
The Wolf I feed, in cloaks of decency
The Wolves I feed,
provoke war-waged capacities
The Wolf I feed, to ward off wildfires
Blind alleys lead,
violating cease-fire
Domain of the parish
that march in Eden
Corridors of sadness
embrace the Masses
Truths transcend time beyond
The stones of destiny
Celestial land mines
Of sacred geometry
The Wolf I feed to ward off wildfires
Blind alleys freed,
violating cease-fires
Domain of the parish
that march in Eden
Corridors of sadness
embrace the Masses
A wake up call,
traverse the wilderness
Death by design with
cosmic significance
Immobilized in its path
Bearing the bulk of the burden
Authoritarian trails between
the colony and Queen
The Wolf I feed
Outweighed, policed and rationed
The Wolves I feed
Our liberties seized and blackened
