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The age of the wolf is ended.

The ocean is stained with oil kisses and shot through with refuse and death The children of the pagan gods Page homage to a ghost Bloodlust has cooled to petty quibbling and The songs of the living are written on the bathroom walls For who remembers the age of the wolf? Who remembers the blood of battle and the vengeance of the divine? Whose pale, soft hands remember that none can heal who cannot harm? And those who do remember the gods of old Dance naked in the light of dollar-store candles amidst the smog and stainless steel of the city For comfort, we have bottled our breath For safety we have sold our souls And remember what was - in daydreams or not at all Oh yes, The age of the wolf is ended.

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