If you will take my hand,
I will lead you deep into the woods.
Theses lands, stolen from nature
Men built houses, towns, cities.
Evidence still remains
Of their fallen domain.
They wanted to run with the wolves,
Now the wolves have taken over.
Homes taken by the vines,
Gardens to the rabbits,
And the remains to the wolves.
Constantly hunting the rabbits, the weaker
The wolves will feast until the wolves have taken over.
Either way, whether wolf or rabbit.
All will be reclaimed.
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