this is my wolf poem, hope you like it.
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You watch the wolf writhe in pain
But yet you watch the wolf die in satisfaction;
For you made the wolf's pain.
You are the one that shot the wolf.
You smile.
The wolf howls and rolls on the ground in agony.
Then, the wolf's body starts to still.
The wolf's body is perfectly still.
You spit on the wolf's body and start to walk to
the other end of the clearing.
Then you see a spirit in the shape of the black
pregnant alpha female wolf you killed.
She is not pregnant any more.
The spirit leaps on you,
goes for your throat and kills you.
The wolf lives in it's spirit form, free, but trapped in it's body.
You, however, are suffering the wolf's pain for all eternity...
You decide you deserve it in your head.