A Poem I made.

[Kaesar Sm]

-K

 

The Winter of our time is upon us.

Sharpen your fangs and embrace the burden of necessity.

Remember the iron taste. Feed the hunger.

Relinquish the price we will bestow, our yet, so vulnerable cubs.

From cold and lack of abundance we grew,

to overcome the hardships of our lands.

Lately we have grown soft, and weary of action.

 

Anger as sadness, fear as joy,

we rise once and for all to end this swiftly.

Acolytes of life and freedom, rejoice in total devotion.

Do not dwell for a moment under the outcries of rabbits.

Now we are again forced to hunt,

as in the old eras of our ancestors.

 

Before the silence of the barren wombs encrypts us all.

So howls the Wolfs of the North.

 

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How I wish for either Stefan Molyneux or David Attenborough to narrate this.