Werewolf werewolf, change into a beast that howls in the moonlight
and chases after things, satisfying your hunger, sinking sharp fangs into the flesh of rabbits, watching the feathers fly as you maul a pheasant.
You love the thrill of the kill--
and yet you wouldn't say that you love it when your friends somehow receive bad news, that somehow they're not doing as well as you are, that yes, you are better off than them and that makes you feel satisfied.
you don't exactly lord it over them, but you are, you are in your own quiet way. It's quite sneaky.
Oh accursed I am, that my nature is the way it is.
Help my unbelief. the rebel heart, the heart that thrills in satisfying it's own desires and not Yours…
Change my heart oh God
transform the heart, transform the soul, make me new.
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