The Wolf (The One Alone)
A wolf alone in the wood,
Not by choice but by cruel fate,
A social animal without a pack,
A mind consumed by hate.
Will you not take in the wolf?
No, of course, no one would,
A wolf is a dangerous beast,
who upon babies doth feast.
But what is the wolf if not a dog?
Will you not throw him a bone?
Lost and without a home,
A man will still stand before the Throne,
Will he not be saved?
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