On a fog clouded stage,
A wolf, beaten by human order,
With blood running colder.
Beyond statistic,
I am individualistic,
I was dreaming, I was trying,
For that now I am dying.
I refused collar,
I don’t wanna be a scholar,
I don’t wanna think the way others did,
For that, farewell to thou I bid.
I do not kill, nor stalk a prey,
I howl to the moon and pray,
Again, that is my own way,
For that, I won’t see another day.
-Entite
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