Wolven Messiah

God, O God.
Put Upon The Earth By You,
To Be Hated?
No, My Design, Was In Malice?

The Way You Created I,
To Howl, To Want.
To Live, To Breathe.
To Die.

God, O God.
Why? Why Must I Hide From The World?
I Hide to Live.
Man Hunts Me Down.
Where Is Our Messiah?

by baltobasilfan ©2009

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