Hunter
Wicked is the demon cloaked in white
Preaching archaic solutions
As if he knows they are right
Building monuments to the sky
Leading in the flock
Biding his time
A rabid wolf when out of sight
I am the hunter of the hunted
Waiting in the promised land
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