A lion roaring with pride

Can you hear the wolves howling?
Calling out your name
Like a sheep you whisper
your prayers into thin air
Terror is approaching
Your nightmares ready to rip you apart
You cower and crawl
into your own hide
They will sniff you out
and care not for your whimpering squeals
They will make it slow
but everlasting
As you watch in agony
your last remains
dwindling into nonexistence
from where they came
And now you wonder
as you always should have
What good is hiding
apart from a certain death
Let the wolves come
with their ferocious might
They will not find a sheep here
But a lion roaring with pride.

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