When I say, the cruel are flawed,
I mean the needle is honed but often
misses its mark. The eyes of sheep
recognize the wolf waiting in darkness;
huddling together, only one of them
will die.

We search for safety everywhere,
into the woods, behind a door,
the deepest grotto of our hearts,
keeping the predator always in
the scabbard of our sentient nerve
with one clear goal- to stay alive.

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