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With a Grin
Even wolves will eat their own
The faithful are creatures of habit
Smile and let them have it
Alone, I find safety in darkness
A lone; I've escaped in the madness
I ate the snakes in the garden
Abandoned unto myself
Don't call me selfish
When the gate is locked
Atone; there's price in the sadness
A moment, to inflict
Broken chains rattle more in the quiet
Broken people are quick to requite
Even wolves will eat their own
The faithful are creatures of habit
Smile and let them have it
Alone, I find safety in darkness
A lone; I've escaped in the madness
I ate the snakes in the garden
Abandoned unto myself
Don't call me selfish
When the gate is locked
Atone; there's price in the sadness
A moment, to inflict
Broken chains rattle more in the quiet
Broken people are quick to requite
Even wolves will eat their own
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