The Lord Can’t Help

There’s a line you must not cross.

Avoid at any cost

Crossing that line, thinking I’ll be fine.

You won’t, and you’ll be lost.

That wolf right there.

Smiling in that chair.

I say don’t dare

Run with him.

He’s a sinner, boy

And he takes great joy

Hearing little girl screams

When the screaming seems

To be streaming from a big boy’s mouth.

How’s that sound come out?

That wolf, he is so curious.

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