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And the morning slowly came, my life about to end,

then the wind would change, all but one had left.

The angelic wolf had stayed, without a word she said:

"Follow me, follow the wolf!"

So I followed the wolf up the wooded mountain side,

close to the top she suddenly stopped.

Sun to the east, man and beast, just two silhouettes

in a landscape never to forget.

Like dark decaying teeth

I saw the village beneath

and few and distant roads,

all leading away from here.

Nobody in the streets, decay!

I must follow the wolf again,

I must follow her until the end.

The wolf had turned around,

facing higher ground and there it was,

the house of God, in awe I looked

as time had stopped

Follow me!

I had never seen a church like this before,

"This Place is terrible" inscribed above the door.

Like dark decaying teeth I saw the church within,

a few distant thoughts inviting me in to sin.

Nobody in the church, decay!

Shrouded in a gloomy light

as if my final night.

I wonder if God was ever here or

did he turn away in fear?

Did he turn away in fear?