Wolves surround us
Snarling with menace,
Looking fiercely at us
But I see in their eyes,
The self loathing within
The sense of inferiority,
That drives their hate
And fuels their anger,
So pity is all I feel for them
Not fear, for I am a lionheart,
And these wolves will
In the end, tear each other apart.
fauxcroft 
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