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From: Covenant@yabbs
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Date: Tue Sep 22 02:28:32 1903

There's a storm coming.  I can smell it.
Is it ozone or something else that makes the hair
on the back of my neck rise up?
I know the fact behind alot of things,
but that doesn't slow my pulse.

Does the wolf know of science and technology?
There's still alot of him in all of us.
Cover it up, be civil.  Ignore the boiling blood.
And we wonder why men can't coexist anymore.
You can't look at someone for 5 seconds without drawing hostility.

I'm gonna run.  I'm gonna be free no matter what the cost.
Should we reject what we've learned?  No.
Should we forget what we already knew?  No.
Even the Lamb knows when to let go.
Have the meek inherited anything yet?

The hunt's going on as we speak, 
only the pack has turned against itself.
Don't deny what's inside.  
Even the predator respects his clan.

The kill is to survive, not for a whim.
The kill is a sacrament, not a vengeance.
Man is a god, but he's got deep roots.
Even a god is bound.  He's tied down by his creations.
Choose, don't hide.

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