Lone wolf
Life is a mother wolf
giving birth to her pack
sharp teeth filled jaws
razor sharp, skin piercing claws
eyes that can steal your breath
as if you were looking in the very face of evil.
The mother wolf pushes you past your limits
nawing at your skin
like a snake sheds his scales
teaching to rely on instinct
nuild something to last
for those to sit down and gaze upon
to slash and cut and claw and bite his way
and to hunt alone
a 1 man army
Rome wasn't built in a day
1 man cannot face life alone.
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