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Friday, November 1, 2013

Game: A poem by Wolf

It’s time to rhyme.

Game
Worthless rat,
Came to the one that hell had spat,
Back up and out.
Oh but do you pout?
You’re nothing like me,
Just wait and see.
Weak and slow,
Watch me grow.
You played your game,
With those who were lame.
Picked the broken souls
To advance your goals…
Picked a quiet soul
But I’ll burn a hole,
Right through your chest,
Cause you can’t best
A raging wolf, a warrior born
Whose love life is so forlorn.
You’ve got no chance,
To advance.
Back you go,
Into the cold and white of snow.
Get out you runt,
Cause now I’m blunt.
You lost my heart, you lost my trust,
Now go and rust!
Found the fire in my eyes,
And oh, surprise!
I’m a demon from hell,
But you could never tell!
Surrender to you, I will never,
Cause the fire burns forever!
I am free,
When you lost my loyalty.
Lies and swears,
So full of dares.
You took a chance,
Now let’s dance!
I’m a hound from hell,
Or can’t you smell,
The scent of death
Coming from my breath?
Lift you up and bring you down,
I’m the one with your crown.
Cast me in the part you were meant to play,
But it’ll be to your dismay!
Played a game,
Won the fame.
Stole their heart,
And broke it apart.
I’ll give back to them all,
What they lost, when you did fall.
I’m the wolf, battered and worn,
And scars do adorn
My weathered skin,
So above the din
HEAR ME HOWL.
HEAR ME GROWL.
Come to me and you will see,
What your death will be!
Called me a brother and then a liar,
Threw me to the burning fire.
I’m a creature of the flame.
I’m the one you cannot tame.
My hair awry,
You tried to make me cry.
Bring your worst,
I’ll break you first!
You won’t win,
Cause your lying’s a sin.
Back down now,
And I’ll show you how,
To forgive but never forget,
At least not yet,
Your wicked deed,
So you pay heed.
Get your selfishness out of your mind,
Or I’ll kick your stupid little behind.
Grow up a little,
Or you’ll be drowning in a wolf’s angry spittle.
Point the finger
Meet death bringer.
You’ve made me mad,
The opposite of glad.
Trust you?
And who?
Ha. I’ll give you pause,
And rend you with my claws!
Silly fool,
I’ve started to drool.
My eyes are bright,
At the sight.
You’ve made a mistake,
And now I take,
Your life in mine,
Cause fate’s divine.
Wolf is here and here to stay,
I’m about to take your pain away.



~Wolf 11/1/13 (8:18pm EST) 

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