I am a wolf amongst the sheep,
I nip and gnaw at their feet.
I search for a contender.
But all I find are followers of a herd,
And I can't pursue this any longer.
So give me the razor, do me a favour.
Slice this belly open.
I'm not going to scream, I want them all to have seen;
The moment of pure intoxication.
Hide me away and morn for a day.
It's the least you can do.
If you pray that I rise in three days and three nights,
I'll do all the fighting for you.
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