Acts 20: 28-30

The wolf has shed its wooly guise,
a shredded family its bloody prize.
It doesn't care for the flock it scatters,
nor the fragile souls its ego shatters.
As long as it can feed on strife and hate,
Its devouring lust nothing can sate.
Glowing orbs in darkness seek,
Complacency, and ones who are weak.
So beware of whom, you let through your door,
guard your house like never before.
The gentle bleating with sudden flourish,
fiercely growls and all will perish.

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