Showdown of Reckoning

Another day blasts into light

Your old tune of lasting wrongs

Into a world too accustomed

To living in a moral blight.

And when the sheep’s skin

Slipped off a little, brandishing

A set of fangs, you happily blamed

The girl for crying wolf, once again.

So her longings want to slip off now

Unnoticed under sheets of virtue

Like a black feline into the night

To make unholy arrangements

For a bloody showdown of reckoning.

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