This Darkened World and Its Many Hidden Wolves

This Darkened World And Its Many Hidden Wolves My what long sharp and poisonous teeth you sport as you wander through flowering meadows so sweet "but the lambs, the lambs"- is slay them your great retort as you stomp deeper holes around your bloody feet. My what wicked red eyes, can your soul ever grieve. While your life loves lies and rampages to deceive. My what twisted dagger claws, better to flesh bleed does the Light banish you into the blinding deep "but the lambs, the lambs"- is their torturing your feed as your seek to destroy dreams as they soundly sleep. My what wicked red eyes, can your soul ever grieve. While your life loves lies and rampages to deceive. My what gaping mouth, pathway to a hellish pit will truth from those cavernous jaws ever escape "but the lambs, the lambs"- is such innocence as spit as you hide your hellish ways, white hat and white cape. My what wicked red eyes, can your soul ever grieve. While your life loves lies and rampages to deceive. Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2020 Rhyme, ( Time For A Little Truth And Reality For A Change ) Note- Attention (!) Disclaimer, Any resemblance to any living person -is purely in the mind of a self-admitted guilty party. And we know some in this dark and evil world will read and think, that old poet sees right through me. And to that realization- This old poet says, yes God gave me eyes to better see, a mind to use and a stout heart to bravely post the truth.. Do enjoy... twas a great pleasure to compose...