Word, Lord, first, lost. Titles do seem to please the worst. Mere praises stringed to your names. You fight and kill your friend, foe and family to life's lustful games. A wolf would always be, a wolf. Whether an alpha or not, their voice is an echoing dove. To the fluffy sky that lies above. Words are just words, as they'll always be. Give no promises, for no man would forever live. Problem arises no matter your position and post. On this table of life, we are mere guests and God is our Host.