Covered in night

Top of the world

Hunt in the light

Strike in a blur

Me and my pack
Yeah, we runnin’ like that
And we bound to attack
At the slightest offense

They better stay back
Reshuffle the stack
All kings in the pack
And we leavin’ no prints

Play with my words

A game made for nerds

The choice is absurd

Prints over prince

We pray like a third
Of our days, undisturbed
Then we prey on these birds
And we have no defense

We feast on the herd
And their flavor’s preferred
Still we savor the word
But we crave in the flesh

Run with a pack

Breaking from that

Never come back

Greater is He in me



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