Running full form through an open field down on all fours.
Tail wagging, hair coming out of all pours.
Then standing up and lossing hair as the tail begins to go back in.
The huge secret this crueture keeps within.
To see this buetiful white furred beast in its true state.
Could somehow arrise these feelings of jelousy and hate.
To see this powerful majestic beast that you do not understand.
This gental cuddly beast, that would not hurt a peson or even your hair stand.
The beast that never has and never will hurt you.
The beast thats happiness and peace of mind is way over due.
The beast to wich his kinda was worshipped agianst their wills.
The beast who`s only sin was that it kills.
It kills prey so it can survive.
It kills preditors so its young can thrive.
Its power it has complete and total control.
When you see this beast you some how think it has no soul.
You will hunt it and try to kill it.
You will tell it it is damned to the firey pit.
You will worsen the hell it goes threw.
You will hurt it till it has to hurt you!
