Little fox, little fox- you have teeth. Don't you know it's rude? Don't you know what's wrong? Blood and guts, gore and bone. Whoops, there goes your head. And yet

You

Are

The

One

Chosen, why? What for? Poor creature. Tangled in the web of lies.

Nothing is right
Everything is fine

Heretic
Heathen

Yet
Caught inbetween

Not your place
Not your job

Not like the one you have now is any good, though

Protect him
Protect her
Protect them all

as long as you can

as long as you'll let yourself live