hungry for lies. Ravenous for deception. The sheep have been led by the wolf for so long that possibly they are picking up his dining habits. Meat-eating sheep. Sheep, the carnivore.
It's no wonder the sheep are growing fangs. And their baaaaas are increasingly angry, increasingly bitter, increasingly hateful.
The sheep, believing anything, are eating "The Maker's Diet" -- except it is no "maker" as mentioned in the Bible.
But so what, if the wolf loves wearing woolf, who am I to say baaaa to him? I have no right to judge him, this cross-dressing wolf in sheep's clothing. He needs his freedom too, to do what comes naturally to him. I mean, wolves eat sheep, for goodness' sake, ain't it so? And sheep are STUPID, ain't it so?
Heck, you put that bad boy wolf in his black leather jacket and chaps, and the sheep will run screaming. But put him in a wool sweater, and they send him seeds.
He is the Older Brother, and he is universal (boundaries and states and countries don't mean nuffin to him), and he is hungry.
