A wolf in sheep’s clothing, bony fingers
pointed at the world
—full of suspense and dishonesty—
can’t believe anything it spits out. Like a
parasite, it feeds off humanity’s instability.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, bony fingers
pointed at the world
—full of suspense and dishonesty—
can’t believe anything it spits out. Like a
parasite, it feeds off humanity’s instability.