Black Wolf

Black wolf arising,
From the cemetary gates,
Leave me alone,
My life still holds hate.

By the name of corey,
and the mind of a child,
He will soon hold regrets,
As I revert to anger from mild.

So I hold my hate closed,
From the thought of your future,
Because the past held no thought,
Like you're head I am sure.

by Satan's Sibling

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