Stuttering upon the sky
Feathers light, delicate and dry
Good and evil speak Hello’s
As the Big Grey wolf Bellows
Simplicity is not an answer
Pleasant lies multiply like cancer
We know it in our ignorance still
Buried deep beneath the Fearsome Hill
The crimes are forever returned
Evidence remains trashed and burned
The wrath of bitter answers unfulfilled
A darkness that finds us all has chilled.
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