The pull of the moon drives the tides and winds.
Creates an ebb and flow of laughing sea
It also brings a lunacy to minds.
It fills the soul with false lycanthropy.
Coyotes, wolves, and weaker, lesser men,
will prowl and howl with straining throats at night,
when full the moon that rises and descends.
To blame the moon for bloodlust is to slight
the very basest instincts found in man.
No human needs a moon to growl or fight.
These instincts are inside genetic plans
inside a child long ere he sees the sight.
The pull of the moon doesn't call or beguile.
Born in a man is destroy and defile.

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