And now the wolves have come.
Fright and Frenzy and Fanaticism
Fill the air of their Foul and Foolish Feast.
The doe has been wounded for so long,
How were we even able to go on?
But now the smell of blood is in the air,
and the wolves will not be satiated
until all the doe's entrails become undone,
the consumption of a nation...
"We should have seen it coming..."
"How could they let this happen?"
The ignorant chorus of history,
is just vapid repetition.
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