Sun Aug 05 2018

And when the wolves come, who will mourn? Whose tears will fall for the pitiful, the pathetic? Whose throat will ache with grief for nature's craven? The eunuch with neither tooth nor nail reaps a befitting misfortune.

Wolves lurk in the dark of night. Man who is gullible and naive feeds their cursed offspring; man who is gullible and naive attracts the pack. And with bloody fangs and jagged claws these wolves will hunt you to flesh and bone. Domestication invites predation. And behold, for though ignorance too begets malice, nature worked day and night to forewarn of the beast: the herald of death attacks with notice long in advance. The pack still hunts!